Putting it into words

Another drop of wine, it’ll mask my recent crime To find peace in the smoke helps replace the things I’ve broke To enter into his bed paves an exit from my head A mirror on the wall, highlighting the tragedy of it all The tightening grip, running down to my hips The water from my eyes birthed from the darkest of skies Whispers in the night that you never forget like the sun at its rise and at its set Feet on the ground but you’re not really here and who’ll be there at the return to hold you, dear? Conversations with people I never even knew they give you their reasons, yet none ring true Who's to say you’ve tried your best if it’s only you with the keys to your secret treasure chest?