I feel the numbness of the bottle,
As I slowly drink away this pain.
As my heart slowly splits in two,
My mind is going insane.
I find myself walking down this road,
I keep finding that I am all alone.
As I drink from this bottle,
I find that the bottle will soon be gone.
Then I find that all along,
That it only goes on and on.
That I can' no longer feed from sympathy,
And that me and the bottle will both end up empty.
