The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Cheap Wine

Sitting in my bed drinking cheap wine all the time 
sitting in my bed drinking cheap wine
I know I should be sleeping but I just cant bring myself to close my eyes
sitting in the dark with some cheap wine wasting time
not sure if this living or am I dying someone give me a sign
dont know if this is me or maybe its just my inner self destroying my insanity
sitting in my bed all alone 
drinking cheap wine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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