You come on these streets acting all crazy and looking like you don't care about this life and its issues
To those who drink at your feet, life is all sunshine and roses;
Well, if only they could see you coiled up everyday in your room
Holding the bottle and drinking life out of it like your own life depended on it...
...it keeps eating you up
It kills you slowly
But you don't need help
For in the grand scheme of it all, we'll all die one day, won't we?