The pain

When my head is clear and I'm not drunk all I do is feel the pain. So I hide the truth behind the bottle so know one knows the pain in my brain. I try to drown and I can't see the bitter truth. It's the truth that finds me when I am sober, bringing the that drives me insane.

So I will take that bottle and drown her memory so the pain can't find me and I want here her voice inside my head. So give me another bottle and I'll drink to her memory to I can't see clearly in side my head. Then I'll laugh until tomorrow until the pain rushes back into my head