Drinking late, but it's really just morning.
Partying hard with only one participant.
Feeling dead when my body still breathes; these are my sad memories.
A childhood lost in a sea of Gin.
Vision blurred by a cloud of smoke.
Bags dampened by flowing tears; these are my sad remedies.
At last a sight I squint to see.
Light soaks my coming path.
A hand reaches up to me; this is my sad ending.