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Bottled Pride

I can do this, I know I can
It’s time to fight back against this stubborn man
It’s time to live, it’s time to fight
Drinking from the bottle, the water of life
Drink it straight, swallow it down
Choke on your words; choke on the sound
Forgetting all, that I have known
The ocean calls me, the wind starts to blow
I look up, into the sky
I whisper of wonders, I ask myself why
I take a drink, and start to think
What could I do, what could this mean
I feel the warmth, grow in my chest
I sit back and relax while silence is kept
I remember your words, the words of hate
I remember thinking I need to be saved
Before its too late
I need a savior; some saving grace
It makes me sick, to think like this
I open another bottle and take another swig
I swoosh it around, it burns my mouth
It makes me feel warm and safe and sound
I think about, what I haven’t done
What I’ve lost and what I’ve won
It’s all okay, to lose and gain
But losing sucks when life’s the game
I drink and drink, my mind wanders
I wonder how long I can hold on; not much longer
I feel the warmth all around, the taste, the smell, I might even drown
I finish what I started, and drink till death
This is exactly who I am, this is how I left
This is how my soul was stolen in innocent theft
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