I get drunk off of shots,
To cover the pain that sorrounds me,
But beyond the liquor I see my life rott,
And these painful thoughts keep hounding me.
I see the reflection of hell in every drink,
But I still sip and consume a cure,
Though I sit there and just think,
My reality isn't really for sure.
Some people ask me why so much pain,
That even though this heavy rain outside,
Never seems to stop,
The pain inside will,
Though deep inside my heart,
I know it's not,
All I can do is invision the good,
Sit back and chill.