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
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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