HIT ME ONCE, I'LL TURN MY FACE LIKE JESUS
Lets take this thick glass bottle in hand, and wash away our fears.
Every drop of scotch we drink, will then substitute the tears.
We can evaporate the yelling, scorns of disappointment, and hate.
All the pain and self-loathing, will then vanish in our drunken state.
Things never seem to change. I wake up shaky and mislead.
Every passing morning, terrified to face the day ahead.
Each forgotten night, leaves me hopeful and relieved,
but once morning comes, it’s myself I have deceived.
Reaching out of bed nauseously, head and stomach spin in sync.
I promise myself yet again, to never touch another drink.
I stumble to the bathroom, mirror observes my hazy expression.
The last time I woke up sober, is out of recollection.
Now the phone it rings and rings, and ofcourse I'm late once more.
Repeating this routine, all for liquor and some whore.
But one thing about this morning, is quite different from the rest.
Hitting hard that it’s not life or liquor, but myself who I detest.
And I realize where my life stands, as my head begins to clear.
Everything meaningful that I once had, is now no where near.
I’ve given up everything, my self-worth included.
Dismissed the friends who cared, because the truth in which they alluded.
I lack all self-pride, no matter quite how hard I try to mask it.
But truth is, self-hate will probably drink me to my casket.
Every drop of scotch we drink, will then substitute the tears.
We can evaporate the yelling, scorns of disappointment, and hate.
All the pain and self-loathing, will then vanish in our drunken state.
Things never seem to change. I wake up shaky and mislead.
Every passing morning, terrified to face the day ahead.
Each forgotten night, leaves me hopeful and relieved,
but once morning comes, it’s myself I have deceived.
Reaching out of bed nauseously, head and stomach spin in sync.
I promise myself yet again, to never touch another drink.
I stumble to the bathroom, mirror observes my hazy expression.
The last time I woke up sober, is out of recollection.
Now the phone it rings and rings, and ofcourse I'm late once more.
Repeating this routine, all for liquor and some whore.
But one thing about this morning, is quite different from the rest.
Hitting hard that it’s not life or liquor, but myself who I detest.
And I realize where my life stands, as my head begins to clear.
Everything meaningful that I once had, is now no where near.
I’ve given up everything, my self-worth included.
Dismissed the friends who cared, because the truth in which they alluded.
I lack all self-pride, no matter quite how hard I try to mask it.
But truth is, self-hate will probably drink me to my casket.