Drinking alone my friend
Sounds familiar doesn't it?
The phones not ringin
Because no one cares
But the grass is greener
In the bottle at the bottom
Right?
Who am I kiddin
No ones listenin
Sittin alone, sippin alone
That's the flow of this poem
Depressed again. Whatever.
I'm over it and alone
I know this is wack, but it's how I'm feeling.