Notes

Why am I doing it again
Those pills will not take it away
In the end, feeling numb is the prize

Stoned feels like I'm on my own
When the whiskey hits me, then it's done
The darkness is swallowing me down

Same old story, run to be home
Same shit hole
Looking for myself inside the bottles
Ashamed so ashamed afterward

Alarm ringing, it's Monday again
The time passes like holding your breath underwater
I found some strange notes on the floor
But there was one saying, Soon you are dead

Same old story, run to be home
Same shit hole
Looking for myself inside the bottles
Ashamed so ashamed afterward

Remorse on waking up
Feeling guilty for the drugs I did yesterday
Regretting the drinks that I don't recall

No marks, no notes, no papers
This time I thought I was alone
Alone

I will never forget
The lipstick on the mirror
Just saying
You are just like your old man

Same old story, run to be home
Same shit hole
Looking for myself inside the bottles
Ashamed so ashamed afterward

Same old story, run to be home
Same shit hole
Looking for myself inside the bottles
Ashamed so ashamed afterward

Remorse on waking up
Feeling guilty for the drugs I did yesterday
Regretting the drinks that I don't recall



Credits
Writer(s): Adolf Freitas
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