My identity is lost
I may require help
When I am alone
My mind is a mess
I pray 🙏 for better days
I ignore my darkest thoughts
Bottles of liquor on the floor
I feel as if I'm being choked
A man is unable to express his sadness
I miss the good old days
When I'm able to smile
When I understand how it feels to be happy
Don't you bottle your pain
In that liquor bottle in your hand
Express that pain inside you
And pray for brighter days
Live that's the only way to move forward
