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Jun 2011
Hey bartender, my old friend... I'll have another round
To drown myself in sorrow
Cuz there's nothing to live for tomorrow
It's that time of the year
The saddest month to remember
Everything I've done before now up to this cold wet December..

When dreams cease to exist
And I'm no more
Just close this wooden box
let me into the black darkness
where a man cannot
Hear...
Feel...
See...
Taste...
Smell...
and Fear....

When it's that time to just disappear
You know you have to let everything go....
Lay down, just let the black take over
Put me down in the cold, cold ground
I'm sorry my love, for the troubles
That nagging pain that just don't go away

Hey bartender, my old friend...
It's time for me to meet my end....
I'll close my tab and check out

Walked out the door
into the pouring rain
got on the sidewalk,
just waited for the next truck to pass by.....
I turned around to say a good bye
And the lights went out.........

When dreams cease to exist
and I'm no more..
Just close this wooden box
let me in the black darkness
where a man cannot
Hear....
Feel....
See....
Taste...
Smell....
and Fear.........
Steven Brett Craig
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Steven Brett Craig  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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