You’re gonna taste her tears,
In every sip of that beer.
Will pierce your throat like dagger,
Worst than the madness you told her.
Sunken in the sea of alcohol tonight,
Seeking guidance from the blinding lights.
No amount can ease your thirst for her presence,
Yet your pride hinders you from swimming to the surface.
Prancing with the drunken sea creatures,
Pretending you’re better off without her,
‘Till you plunge into a fathomless trench on the seafloor,
But you can only wish to be reunited with the shores.
Pride and alcohol,
Makes you an intoxicated fool,
Tongue flavored with regrets,
Begging for her forgiveness and saving grace.
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