Empty Bottle
Here I am again it's one and I'm still awake.
How many more of these tormenting nights will it seem to take take.
Forced to relive every bad decision that I make.
Like the one I'm doing right now for goodness sake.
I know I shouldn't see, but somehow it always seems to be.
These demons sure know how to get the best of me.
I know I shouldn't pick up this bottle.
But the truths way harder to swallow.
Leaving the bottle empty and me just as hollow.
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