Alone,
In a room of 100, 75 friends,
I'm alone
With the girl I love splayed out on me,
I am alone.
She is drunk.
The true friends within
The "friends" are drunk.
I am depressed.
I am, alone.
If I was drunk I'd be dead.
Done,
Down in the dirt by my self.
Alone.
She says if she wasn't she'd be buried in her pillow
-I'll be damned if soon I'm not buried six feet under those willows.
Killing me slowly with the yellow in your eyes.
I wait for god to take pity,
Let my body go limp,
for my soul to go free and release to the skies.
But god likes watching.
