It�s so hard getting up this morning.
What day is it?
What did I do last night?
I can�t remember.
Nighttime secrets
This bitter taste in my mouth can�t be good.
I feel strange.
Soft whispers pound now in my head.
Light so faint now blinds me.
I want to go back to bed.
Do I even want to remember?
Through vision hazy,
I stumble over empty bottles.
I couldn�t have drank all that,
Could I?
Oh no!
Sorry,
I can�t talk to you anymore,
I have to go throw up
