She holds her head down in shame,
Her hair is soaking wet, expressing her sorrow.

As her mind starts to clear from all of the alcohol,
And she finally realizes she is against the wall once again,
And her head bowed down in shame.

Memories flow through her mind,
Throughing themselves all at once into her brain,
And regrets start to be built.

She knows that she has done it again,
She’s gotten herself drunk again,
To help with all the pain and forget about all of her troubles,
She’s gone back to old habits that she promised never to go back to.

So now she holds her head down in shame,
As the water from her hair drips down her pale white face.