My carcass is finally depleted My heart has been for the last time cheated I look back on my life with much regret
One divorce come and gone Because we refused to get along Nothing left but heartache and debt
In Retrospect I know that I can’t take it back I would surely give all to regain what I lack In my own self pity, this is low as I get
One step up and I fall three behind Nothing to prove and not a companion to find Just my hard earned tears and sweat
Disappointment amounts in leaps and bounds Stony hearts built on soiled grounds Just this whiskey to drink and a broken cigarette
I may possibly give up and let it all go As closer to this abandoned grave I grow The reaper comes collecting a lost bet
I’ve learned and loved and compensated the cost I’ve been to the depths of pain when all was lost And played my life like Russian roulette
One bullet in and five rounds spent Borrowed too much to pay back what was lent The emptiest soul you never met
My hands are shabby and labored to the bone Ready to give back this life that’s on loan An unoccupied shell of a broken silhouette
I met an old homeless man who graciously took the time to tell me how he got where he was. he said that he had given up on life becuase he felt he was a failure. He lost all of his money to gambling and lost his family as well. He told me with all honesty he was just waiting to die and the whiskey helped ease the pain in the meantime. I bought him a bottle needless to say...I guess that makes me an enabler.