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I don't want to be here

My wish has always wanted to be in your arms

I drink tonight away

How do I handle this lonely pain?

Can someone out there tell me

what I have left to gain?



So I grab the bottle

I have a sip or two

thinking of the times

Of when you used to ease my mind

I pass out on my bed

wondering if I'll wake up

with these dreams eventually dead

I wake with a heavy head

as I begin to empty this bottle again



I sit here watching the time pass

minute by minute I'm left in a trap

I'm wishing all the time

to be taken by the hand

having some dreams come true

Is this just a waste of time

As I keep thinking of you?



So I grab the bottle

I have a sip or two

thinking of the times

Of when you used to ease my mind

I pass out on my bed

wondering if I'll wake up

with these dreams eventually dead

I wake with a heavy head

as I begin to empty this bottle again



It's early in the A.M.

with these thoughts again

Listening to this song in the car

that makes me think of what could have been

What could I do to fix this

So I could have had this chance

But now all I can do now

Is drink from this bottle, and share this dance