Bottle

My wine hides behind a dusty curtain I can't have it found again I'm dying the bottle's to blame True love kills, I still feel the same I don't want to die but I don't really care I'm my own executioner I'm quite aware I know I'm at fault and they can't understand Please believe this isn't the life I had planned But time really flies when you're drunk and high I'm sorry I hurt them hope they know why Always thought I had time to make amends Now I'll stay drunk until it all ends Can't explain the regret I feel I need my bottle just to deal To some fatal disease would be a wake up For me it's the ultimate excuse to fill this cup I wanted to be better expected to be great Never knew the bottle was my passion my killer My fate