Monday, 16 May 2011

Still going strong for me

Do I have nothing good left to say
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints 
People love to drink their troubles away sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way   
'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night 
I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light 
This is something that I'll never control 
My nerves will be the death of me, I know   I know, I know 
 So here's to living life miserable 
Here's to all the lonely stories that I've told 
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow 
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle  
Maybe then I could sleep at night 
I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light 
This is something that I'll never control 
My nerves will be the death of me, I know   
Finally I could hope for a better day 
No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind 
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy 
But then again, I'll probably always feel this way   

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