A liver full of liquor,
A heart full of sorrow,
A mind full of trouble,
And a soul full of tomorrow.
I drink to forget my troubles,
But they only seem to grow,
I drink to make myself feel better,
But I only feel worse, I know.
I'm on a downward spiral,
And I don't know how to stop,
I'm drowning in my own sorrow,
And I'm starting to think I might not make it out alive.
© VishalDutia
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