And now I'm sitting right here at the kitchen table.
I smoke, I drink and displace what I feel.
What´s my dinner tonight? I had beer for breakfast.
My stomach hurts too much to get something down.
Ok, for supper, there is wine.
The picture blurs in front of my eyes.
I am plagued by thoughts about myself.
I do not see the path I've chosen.
Do not know how to conduct myself.
Maybe thought too far ahead
and miss what lies one meter distant.
Confused by pictures in my head.
I wish I could see my way clearly.
I'm so lost.
There is so much going on around me.
I attribute everything with fluctuating values only
and cold-shoulder everyone because I fear
that one day I may not be able
just to turn around and clear
the mess and all the sadness I have caused.
I took a cup to much.
Abandoned the one who gave me support
and denied her importance to me.
Didn't I already lose what I found?
What you want to achieve in your life.
Are these narrow paths to take?
The melancholy waters lie.
A matter of giving up or suvive.
A web of self-doubts and remedies.
Whereon I don't know how to walk.
Can't hold the balance because I'm drunk again.
Every step I take is one step back.
Trying to escape the strings to catch my foot.
Just like I glom on to my memories,
I'm still attatched to someone coming home
with whom I can talk.
Someone, who unties the strings and tells everything is alright.
I hope that someone comes home, with whom I can talk,
or at least to fill up the empty glass in front of me
For escape.
For escape.
the melancholy waters lie.
the melancholy waters lie.
For escape.
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