sorrow has to swim
Sorrow has to swim
Steadfast drinker,
Poor another glass,
Drown your isolation,
Make endless time pass.
Cloud your troubled judgement,
Forget those problems fast,
Blur your indecision,
Feel like having a blast.
Down the drain you go
Numb yourself to death,
Thoughts clogged up inside you,
Is that all that you can stow?
Poor another glass,
Fill it to the brim,
Drink, forget and swallow,
Sorrow has to swim.
Steadfast drinker,
Poor another glass,
Drown your isolation,
Make endless time pass.
Cloud your troubled judgement,
Forget those problems fast,
Blur your indecision,
Feel like having a blast.
Down the drain you go
Numb yourself to death,
Thoughts clogged up inside you,
Is that all that you can stow?
Poor another glass,
Fill it to the brim,
Drink, forget and swallow,
Sorrow has to swim.
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| BeČrtje: | Dinsdag, juni 26, 2001 16:42 |
| I'm on the verge to crush my own bones... I'm neverlasting... I'm calling it winter when it's 20 above zero... But... I'm not alone... And that makes my heart feel a little less... Alone... | |
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