The time of night, mid
It was dark
She was drunk
The vodka was cheap
She'd fallen into a nightmare
Of her own dreams
And she was in way too deep
Death was at her doorstep
And the promises she made
She could no longer keep
She weeped into the bottle
Then drank some more
Time was of the essence
Yet, the past came back to haunt her
Just like before
Too much to handle
For their sake
She handles it everyday
"Resilience" they say
But she's a fake
Weak and ashamed
How did she get this way?
Those ghosts of memories that
never faded away
On that night
She lost complete control
And the roses
Were dead and rotting
Just like her soul