Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......