She came, she drank,she laughed,she reminesced of what life should have been,
she wept,I could not wait.
I could not sleep.I hid them bottles.
I wish I always kept my words
to help me and her relax and abolish the bottle.
I gave my time,I sacrificed my goals.
I resorted to tables to bring in the bread.
I cleaned them tables.
But it was not what I wanted to be
I maybe good at the game,posess extraordinary gift.
But it is so empty and feel for those who loose.
It maybe a escape though temporary it is.
I dont have the grit to be at the top level
of the game,ruthlessesness,no regard it just aint me.
so what am I to do,it came into my life to try and escape the wrath of
a bitter woman of what life has done to thee.
I think,I plan,I cannot work around the misery the bottle has brought to thee.I give, I plant,I cannot tend the garden,hopelessly devoted to thee,my love is there,I try,I care.
Be so sad without your happiness without you here.
So dont want memories of drunken sorrows and follow the empty
cold road you walk.