A Bottle Full Of Whiskey
*He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass
As he set there on his barstool
In his eyes I saw regret
He talked about the life he lived
How he wished he had it back
Would drink straight from the bottle
Just to make the numbness last
The story of his lonely life
He would tell to all who ask
He talked about lifes lessons
The mistakes that he had made
Said he lived with regrets
For things he cannot change
Thought the view from the bottle
Would help to make his life more clear
But the bottle got the best of him
And wasted all his years
He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass*
Carl Joseph Roberts
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
A Bottle Full Of Whiskey
*He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass
As he set there on his barstool
In his eyes I saw regret
He talked about the life he lived
How he wished he had it back
Would drink straight from the bottle
Just to make the numbness last
The story of his lonely life
He would tell to all who ask
He talked about lifes lessons
The mistakes that he had made
Said he lived with regrets
For things he cannot change
Thought the view from the bottle
Would help to make his life more clear
But the bottle got the best of him
And wasted all his years
He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass*
Carl Joseph Roberts
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