He broke me in two,
What the hell should I do?
Crack open the booze,
What's there left to do?
He let me down in the darkness,
And now I'm stuck feeling heartless.
This cheap beer is not enough,
To help me get over my love.
So sip through the pain,
With the whiskey in my hand.
If I get drunk enough,
Maybe I'll never sober up.
Down to the bottom of bottle thirteen,
My blood and drinking are mixing with glee.
At this rate I won't feel a thing as I sleep,
And if I wake up I'll simply repeat.
He broke me in two,
What the hell did I do?
Crack open the booze,
There's nothing left to do.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Who is He?
ΠοίησηA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
