Some days are better than others

Love is the deepest of sins

You play and lose everything

You worship all that he touched

But it's still not ever that much

Look how far we've gone

It's alright we still get stoned

Nothing seems to make you happy

I drown myself in a glass of whiskey

You look at me over your shoulder

When I stare at the rotten river

You make me dance so slow

You make me quickly throw

All that built my life for years

But it's a fact you don't want to stir

Do you still have fun

Do you wanna go home

When they'll found my body it the lake

You'll answer there was too much at stake

I didn't mind what was going on outside

As long as you were by my side

If I were mad it could seem sane

But you're always looking for what you could gain

Everytime I try to stop and think

It makes you laugh and want to drink

I'm lost swimming

I'm drowned thinking

You're gone smoking

I lay dying

Awake in my empty bed

Your smile fills the void of my head

It's too late, love, I'm dead

© Miss Zarashake

May 14th, 2000

For Guillaume Krin