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The decline is getting steeper

The bottle is looking better

Compounded by all the pressure

I sit here, I wonder

Is this how it’s meant to be?

Is this how it’s meant to be?

All of the things that you told me

Fly around in my head

It gets easier they tell me

I can’t see that happening

The doubt creeps in

Solemn and cold

One thought burns in my mind

Will I even grow old?

Will I even grow old?

Will the frail bark on the family tree

Be stripped away and plague me?

Will the chemicals realign themselves

And turn me into a shell of my former self?

I know that I need to heal myself

The only way I know how

I will heal myself

I need to mend

And I’ll numb the pain again

The only way I know

I just need this pain to end

Although I feel the shiver run down my spine

Your absence struck me harder than

I thought it ever would

The only way that I deal

The only way I cope

Is when I feel this liquor

Burn down my fucking throat

The only way that I deal

The only way I cope

Is when I feel this liquor

Burn down my fucking throat

You want me to carry on

To go out and make you proud

But the honest answer is

I don’t know how