1000 Bottles
Said he only drink in the night time, A thousand bottles piled up of white wine
A hundred thoughts so in my head about suicide A hundred percent of the time my theory's right
And my theory is that ill die before the dawn come, Maybe in a meadow somewhere where I'll be
long gone, and forgotten, I won't choose from the options
Given to me, so senselessly
The hole in my heart, it grow deeper
I feel a pierced and bled dry you not the Reaper
I was in the dirt, but you wouldn't help neither
My eyes close, it's forever
A hundred thoughts so in my head about suicide A hundred percent of the time my theory's right
And my theory is that ill die before the dawn come, Maybe in a meadow somewhere where I'll be
long gone, and forgotten, I won't choose from the options
Given to me, so senselessly
The hole in my heart, it grow deeper
I feel a pierced and bled dry you not the Reaper
I was in the dirt, but you wouldn't help neither
My eyes close, it's forever
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Writer(s): Jordan Golden
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