I dont know what im doing wrong anymore. Im sorry.
I give up with this thing called trying
Because every night ive ended in crying.
Im out world...
It was a good run.
The only men I trust are
Whiskey bent and Hell bound.
All around hip rotations
Late night happenings
And morning strips
One night stands
And 18 year holds
Whiskey and bourbon are the life of gleam
That help me look Death in the eye with a kean smirk.
Death is a dear friend, that I hold close but at bay.
But every night I take a sip of that whiskey and look straight into his eyes and see the happiness of a life worth living.
Happy girl, that doesnt care shes gotten better she has the gleam back in her eye.
Sad girl, that hides it all shes gotten worse she has death in her eye.