Born alone and I’ll die alone.
Pulled out as a single,
wishing I was a twin.
Unable to focus alone,
my life will never be complete.
Drugs and alcohol convince me,
that I’m not alone.
Until I wake up and realise
I am truly, and will always be
Alone.
Perhaps I am just overreacting.
Born alone and I’ll die alone.
Pulled out as a single,
wishing I was a twin.
Unable to focus alone,
my life will never be complete.
Drugs and alcohol convince me,
that I’m not alone.
Until I wake up and realise
I am truly, and will always be
Alone.
Travelling meant so much
Travelling meant so little
A backpack and a bodged head lamp
Unwilling security and duty free baccy
Pissed before take off
I was neva gonna win
Landing in this familiar town
Let me show you around
Each time I fly
I fly, I fly further
Losing grip on the real world
But to be honest
What’s real?
Chief stew to bed
I find myself pouring another drink
One is too many
1000 ain’t enough
But each night as the evening closes
I am all alone
Unsupervised
Un aware
That as that first drink hits my lips
Warms the belly,
Cheers me up.
I know I will not be here to see the evening close down
Ive grown accustomed to this hangover
Palming off sobriety from each day to the next
Perhaps I would be happier
Perhaps I would be stronger
Perhaps I would be better
But I will never know
As I will never see the end of a close down.
We are born alone,
and we most definitely,
die alone.
When theres is something strange
Living in your head.
Who you gonna call?
No one
If theres something weird
Going on inside.
Who you gonna call?
No one
If you’re seeing things
Running through your head.
Who you gonna call?
No one
I am afraid of myself.
Not back for long
I think I like him
He has his strings
I dance between
Ignorance is bliss
In my web of lies
Slowly suckering closer
It’s becoming harder and harder
to breathe
I don’t like to speak of my sadness.
Not in public anyway.
As to tell, I must admit,
Confess it’s name.
But as giving it a name would make it real.
I will never create that character
I will never set that scene
As each day that passes is another further away,
From that awful, awful dream.

Was it perfect?
Did we match?
What about all those nights I sobbed in bed?
With Rose tinted memories,
I struggle to move on.
I will forever,
look behind.
Comparing every fling
to this perfect vision.
Completely stifling.
All for a sugar coated memory.
In fact
A
Straight
Up
Lie.
Young,
Poor,
And addicted to drugs.
Sunlight burning
Blood on the sheets
A new day is calling
Ignorance is bliss