I sit alone in a smoke filled darkened room.
It's only early morning some might be confused.
Pain is my oldest friend because it speaks the truth.
My sanctuary has become my prison.
No longer sure if I'm dying or livin.
At the Bar is where I killed those who loved me.
They all treated me badly.
One might have even loved me a little madly.
Now they're dead to me.
I drowned them in the whiskey.
Shot after shot I try to erase my life.
Every lonely night I fight.
God rest my soul.
With a bottle of Jack and nowhere else to go.
My mind goes numb when the shots begin to flow.
I see you across the room.
Searching for happiness too.
Maybe just for tonight dear.
Well you wont find it here.
Just the Devil and watered down beer.
At closing time I'll go home.
Thats when I feel most alone.
An empty bed with no-one to warm my bones.
All my old friends say they miss me.
I drowned them in the whiskey.
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