the nightmares over but the bottles empty

Written by: Richard Tarr

The nightmare is finally over 
haven't been this happy since I was
a kid uneffected by the wicked ways 
of this sad cold world maybe that's 
the answer to the big question 
why my lips are still sealed to a
beautiful bottle of jack I always 
drink my feelings away no matter
good or bad it's all the same 
I'm starting to think that my nightmare
isn't a nightmare at all it's just
a bad disease this must be the 
first step in fighting this demon 
because my thrist might just end
this short lived life of mine