The bottle with all my tears

TheBottle

Almost choking in my sorrow
Flows down my face a bitter tear
In tense waiting for tomorrow
When I can let go of the fear

In the daytime I am living
On the edge of distress and hope
But the night is not forgiving
I’m terrified in blinding grope

I know I’d be out of control
Because before the black night clears
I will search for my failing soul
In the bottle with all my tears

Looking at the last stars above
The sun rises and clears the sky
There’s just a little hope for love
Yet this is not my time to die

 

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