I keep looking for the answer, and yet I find the same thing.
I keep wondering, what is wrong with me, you have no answer.
Everyone who knows me loves me, yet no one wants the job.
Friends... I have been blessed with more then most, yet not the one.
The closest, the you, the other half, the... soulmate.
If you think I'm complaining, your a fool in more ways then one.
I do what I can, I move on, I grow..... but not for others.
I keep forgetting who I am, then I'm reminded... the hard way.
I find what I'm looking for every time I see bottom.
Each bottle, each night, each memory forgotten, by myself.
My animal side, my instinct, my true self is cruel.
My heart beats slow, my mind clouded, my emotions... restrained.
First they leave, then they return, then i send them away.... I should.
"I don't want things to end badly".. if they didn't they wouldn't.
The bottle is my friend, he unleashes me, he sets me free.
The real me. the one i don't control, no one does... true freedom.
I am my own worst enemy, and the love I truly feel......
Comes from the bottom of a bottle, my friend, my enemy... my love.