The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Living My Hell Here On Earth

I'm 2 days this side of sober
With a million more to go
I'm ashamed to say that those I love
Are the ones I've hurt the most

I asked for their forgiveness
But it's been lost in the pain
I understand why I've been damned
And there's no one else to blame

I'm living my hell here on earth
As I keep on searching for eternity
I wonder where I'm ever gonna end up
But most of all
Lord I hope you still want me

How's a man become a shadow
Of the one that he dreamed he'd be
Are the fallen only lifted up
If where they fall is down upon their knees

This prison that I'm living isn't easy
Cause I live it right here in my mind
The only way that I'll find out my fate
Is with the cold cold hands of time

I'm living my hell here on earth
As I go on searching for eternity
I keep wondering where I'm gonna end up
I'm a shallow man that needs a hand
Lord I hope you still want me

I'm somewhere just south of Heaven
You could say that I live in my own hell
This purgatory that's become my life 
Is Leaving me.... just a soul inside a shell

I don't wanna ...go on...
Living in this hell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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