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?