Everything's made to be broken
I look at the glass, face it like a mirror
And the the face I see is not mine
Looks like a ghost finding its way home
Through the glass reflection I see loneliness shine
I'm so drunk, I couldn't have stood up even if I tried
Alcohol is blinding my way
Dressed in white I look like a forgotten bride
I know nothing could force me to stay anyway
And I look through this bottle of whiskey
Trying to find a sense to my life
Trying to see what I always wanted to see
As if it could erase all the past strife
My eyes swollen are hiding me the truth
Like a curtain unexpectandly dropped
I sing and I feel my soul becoming blue
And I can't forget the way you shout
My stomach hurts, my head is spinning on a wheel
Dark dead dance, blind carnival
My fingers feel so numb and cold like steel
And I know I won't find my way home
You can spit your hate as much as you want to
I know it's not what you think
You can hurl your lust as much as you need to
It won't be enough until you bleed
And I'm looking through this empty bottle of whiskey
Trying to find a sense to my life
Trying to find what I've been looking for in here
Trying to see you by my side
(c) Miss Zarashake
October 22nd, 2001
For Guillaume Krin
Out of list, written originally for the band Dawn.
Thought about all, Albin, sing it.
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