Bloodstream

Half drunk, but half better than I was before

All alone in the living room

With empty bottles scattered all over the floor

I can't sleep, I can't drift away to another dream

One day I'll face the fact

That I'll never be the man that you wanted of me

Where did I go wrong, I swore I wouldn't end up all alone

Another drink, another memory

Another flashback of the man I used to be

I'm scared to death

Through this body I am coping with my loneliness (my loneliness)

Even in my own bed

I never felt so far from home

Knowing there was something

I'm at a loss for peace when I'm alone

No comfort, but my body is still

No shelter, no chance for me to feel

Maybe soon I'll see what's left for me

Empty bottles running through my bloodstream, will this ever change?

I try my best, to hold it in

Will I ever, feel like myself again?