empty bottle
So I am told, there is a devil in that bottle, I never heeded the warnings until I was at the bottom.
Empty bottle, does nothing for my mind. Empty bottle, this hidden demon that steals my time.
Each drink brings another fall. Each time, another consequence. Late at night I wonder if I'll ever be free again.
Empty bottle, found its way into my hand again. I was always told, this bottle would be my friend.
Waking up, I did it again, holding this empty bottle, waiting for the end.
Empty bottle, does nothing for my mind. Empty bottle, this hidden demon that steals my time.
Each drink brings another fall. Each time, another consequence. Late at night I wonder if I'll ever be free again.
Empty bottle, found its way into my hand again. I was always told, this bottle would be my friend.
Waking up, I did it again, holding this empty bottle, waiting for the end.
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