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| By myself... alone Sitting, like a statue of stone Knowing that people care And yet, I just sit and stare Tonight, in this bottle I will drown Not a whisper, not a sound Maybe tomorrow I'll be found by a friend One that will understand and comprehend That knows what I'm thinking Knows why I'm drinking Who can cure this sadness And can stop this madness But, that's not 'till tomorrow As for tonight, I'll drown in my sorrow |
| Warning: This is about alcoholism and depression. If you are unable to deal with that sort of thing, leave now. |
| (c) May of 1988 |
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| Drowning in Sorrow |