Intoxicate

Tempting Tragedy

I raise my glass to hide the truth
When facing up's too hard to do
I think too hard and hold my breath
I drink with every little death

I try to numb myself to what is real
With every drop I take the less I can feel
All hope is gone, there is no second chance
I saw the light in a fleeting glance

Down the hole
Let this wine intoxicate my dying soul
Chase this misery away

This bottle never seems to end
So I will drown myself again
Why wallow in your own defeat
The taste of therapy is sweet

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