Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape
From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain
Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate
Yourself
Dulling your own suffering gets harder by the day
All the bottles in the world won’t be enough to take away
That old longing for past glories you have fed and still sustain
You have fed and you still sustain
And you choose to inebriate yourself
No, no-one sees
Through your eyes
Through that mist
Of your own self-induced oblivion
Your numbing redemption
Every feeling triggers your desire to escape
You can’t stand the thought of going
Through yet another day
The bottom of a bottle is your only safe place
Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape
From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain
Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate
Yourself
It’s your only safe place
Yet you choose to inebriate yourself
No, no-one sees
Through your eyes
Through that mist
Of your own self-induced oblivion
Your numbing redemption
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