More Fiend - Alone.

And so it goes

I saw the end of

another wasted day

I chose to drink away

You can’t expect too much

of years beyond your youth

when you spend your last five

on another shot or two

When I die, will you write on my grave

that I was almost great?

(When I die, will you write on my grave

On a music stave that I was almost great?)

They say by now

you are who you will be

I hope that it’s not true

I seem to have missed some cues

I never dream of

anything pleasing

but I have lived a few

no nothing that made the news

(When I die, will you write on my grave,

On a music stave, that I was almost great?)

I don’t want to

but I have to go

Here’s 7 things

to remember me by

If I’m honest

I don’t want to know

if there are things

you’ll remember me by

When I die, will you write on my grave

that I was almost great?

Somehow a part of me still says

that there is reason for all this

when I know there’s not

This vessel will rot the same

as all the rest