Looking for some sort of grief,
I can't seem to see.
drink after drink.
what do I have to show
as I wipe the tears from my cheek
drink after drink,
so tired of feeling okay.
cant't recognize if this is real,
feeling so alone
surrounded by fear,
chugging bottle after bottle
still feeling empty,
all I wanted to do was make you proud
but i'll never be good enough,
so tired.
so, tired.