
Maybe we are all scared
I look at my friends and wonder where it all went wrong
How did we start drowning?
Hard to tell my friends they are wrong
When they keep passing the pills back and forth like candy
Liquor bottles makes the table look like a liquor store
All the fake laughs echoing in the air
If you listen silently you can hear the tears from their voices
You can smell the fear in their eyes
Nothing makes sense anymore
We said we would not drink again
Here we go drowning our sorrows
Running away from our problems
Saying we can have fun sober
Not realizing sober is not for us
Hard to tell my friends they are wrong
When they are trying to find happiness at the end of the bottle
Maybe its in the next one
Happiness is somewhere in here
It has to be, right?
Why else would people want to escape reality?
Who wants to be in reality?
Reality is full of disappointments
Reality is full of pain
Reality is full of “You are not good enough”
Reality is full of tears
Reality is full of abuse
Reality is full of “what ifs”
Reality is full of finding out who you really are
A wise man once said- if you look long enough in the mirror, you will find a stranger
So, do we really want to know we truly are?
What if that stranger, is who we were meant to be all along….
I am thinking too much again
Let me drown myself again
Let me try the pills again
Maybe happiness is in the next bottle
Pretty damn good!
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