Whiskey dreams.

I've been getting high,

To keep these feelings down.

My head in the sky,

My knees on the ground.

In the arms of a stranger,

I've found myself alone.

Far from her eyes so tender,

Forgotten and gone.

Now I'm so tired,

That I think I'm dying.

I'm so worn out,

Because I keep on trying.

I hope this weariness,

Gets the better of me.

The eternal sleep takes over,

And I can lay restfully.

When I was younger,

I was afraid.

Of falling in love,

And being unmade.

But now I'm older,

And I see what happens.

When chances are taken,

And your heart is open.

Now I'm so tired,

When my heart has been broken.

A stranger devil,

Has been awoken.

I hope this demon,

Gets the better of me.

I close my eyes,

And die peacefully.

The days grow darker,

And the nights they scream.

Through a smoke-filled mirror,

And my last whiskey dream.

In the midst of this sickness,

I will now be awake.

Time to fight the weakness,

There's new chances to take.

Now I'm so tired,

I grow weary of crying.

I'm taking the chances,

Or I'll die trying.

I won't let a broken heart,

Get the better of me.

I'll shed my old skin,

And find who I can be.