I found my vice It lives in a bottle and wants me to die I found my vice It lives in a bottle and wants me to die But I wanna be alive God I wanna call you my father Im sick of drinking my life away I cant remember anything This isnt fun anymore My bodys glued to the floor When did my king start living inside a glass bottle? Im dying, Im done lying to myself If Im living, its inside a hollow shell My stomach is bleeding But Im still drinking A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor I guess a bottle cant save my life I guess a bottle cant tame my mind This is my reward, a barely beating heart But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself My hands are in the air, and God I hope youre there Cause I cant make it myself, Ill never make it myself Standing up just to fall back down Screaming nonsense to hear the sound It doesnt matter if nobodys around Ill hit the bottom just to feel the ground Substance therapy never set me free I dont know about you, but Im admitting now that I have a problem I have a problem https://youtube/watch?v=KTUCGRu_DL4
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 01:11:07 +0000