My Glass Is Forever Half-Empty
To be honest sometimes I wonder why I try
all I want to do is finally break down and cry
is it that I keep letting what's left of my pride get in my way
or is there something else the keeps my mind stuck on that day
all the alcohol in the world can't get you off of my mind
it's almost as if the fabric of reality is starting to unwind
why do I let myself get so emotionally invested
these past years have made the thought of death seem uncontested
perhaps it would be best if I just forgot how to love
or perhaps one day I'll receive some mercy from the heavens above
every time, I fight tooth and nail to get over my past
but just when I feel like I've one this war I'm reminded that the feeling will never last.