Are you trying to bluff the sorrow by getting it drunk?
Say ‘So long until comes tomorrow’ when you realize you flunk.
Don’t you know that in crying there’s no bloody use?
A few drops stop no one from dying so stop being obtuse.
And, will you also dare to look into the mirror?
Then sink into despair and figure out in horror
That it’s always you with your bleary vision
Who is to do a kind of a wrong decision.
When you get painfully sober like the morning light
You’ll let it start all over and never dare to fight.
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