don't speak, no one is listening to the crying of your mind...
no one want to hug your dark soul...
so pour another helping hand .... the liquor friend that calms the storm within...
swallowing them down ... just to order another round.
dance to the reminisce of the freedom that remains.. closing your tied, tear stained eyes..
taking a sip you feel the friend take control..
You forget what it is like to be left behind........as you sway the problems just fade away ..
you get the liquid courage to be who you are..
they say the truth is spoken when you trust our mind to the liquid god..
How many could be saved if someone took a moment to listen and not play it off as someone who is drunk.
