Bottle on the stair, fucked up I won’t share
It for me, belongs to me
I will drink and I don’t care
The poison drips in my mouth
Inside a scream will shout out loud
The liquid takes the scream away
So soft so smooth just out his way
The only thing that now rest
Is the cry inside were its a mess.
I will share my life with the poison
In times of luck and times of trouble
I take care of my bottle
The party isn’t over its just begun
That’s the time it will go wrong
The Trouble leads my life
But I have a bottle to survive
And after the last drink
My heart will never beat again
It’s my end, I think……….. ..