Poor Little Boy
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
In a world filled with madness
There's no other way
To deal with the sadness
Leading you astray
So where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
Tell me how to sleep at night
Without a little booze
Tell me I will be alright
And we'll pretend that it's the truth
In a world filled with sadness
There's no other way
To deal with the madness
Atleast that's what they say
So where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
I said where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
Tell me how to sleep at night
Without a little booze
Tell me I will be alright
And we'll pretend that it's the truth
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
In a world filled with madness
There's no other way
To deal with the sadness
Leading you astray
So where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
Tell me how to sleep at night
Without a little booze
Tell me I will be alright
And we'll pretend that it's the truth
In a world filled with sadness
There's no other way
To deal with the madness
Atleast that's what they say
So where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
I said where the bottle, where the bottle
Where the bottle at?
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
The bad times will pass
So where is your glass?
As long as it's full
You're not reminded of the past
Tell me how to sleep at night
Without a little booze
Tell me I will be alright
And we'll pretend that it's the truth
Poor little boy
Pour yourself some joy
That's what you do
To make you think
You filled your void
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Stieben, Jana Krieger
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