Pink
I don't know why I do it
I expect it to take away the pain
but i just stagger up the stairs
with tears in my eyes again
It's supposed to work
that's why people do it right?
to drink the pain away?
but i always end up cryin harder every night
it doesn't help
that fucking pink bottle of vodka
i just don't get it
i'm sick of it and still don't learn
i still feel feeble and weak
when i get up the next day
i promise myself to find another way
but how?
help me
i say to the pink bottle
i throw it at the wall
get out of my life i scream
as i watch it fly at a full throttle
by
rosesANDlettersposted on 05/14/2008
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