A bottle
A bathroom
A blurred mirror
Starring right back at my red eyes
Regretting what I have done
And what I'll soon to do
Hoping someone will stop me
Tell me I don't belong
But I'm alone
With my thoughts and demons
Knowing the only thing
That'll set it right
Will be filling my lungs with killing smoke
And once more
Refilling my veins with alcohol
And then
Only then
I will forget this hell
I will forget
That it is too late
Way
to late
At escaping