GetOffUrKnees

I'll lose myself in the bottom of this bottle 'cause it's the only thing that's keeping me alive. As it slowly eats my soul and tells it's pretty lies. It brings me blessings but seems a curse I'll blindly accept both, 'for better or for worse'. The emptiness reachs out, like tidal waves at my feet I'll quench it's thirst with something strong, instead of something sweet.

If you let go of me, I'll fall. And the ground is a long way down.