Swordfight in the ballroom of my mind.

so I wrote a sonnet on the wall

with just my eyes.

I called it.

Swordfight in the ballroom of my mind.

 

If I had a hand in my own death

would I simply tear apart my chest

and rip out my bleeding heart

maybe death gimme one of those

fresh new starts....

 

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

when your love is gone

 

And so I hide beneath my bed.

Invisible monsters after my head

What they want from me? I don´t know

better give it to them

so they will go.....

 

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

when your love is gone

 

I´ll be drying in the bathtub

with a bottle for the pain

Drunk on whiskey

watching my toes slip down the drain

Called a number on the TV

to see if I can be saved

but the man who man´s the hotline

sounds a little more depraved

when he says.....

 

I wouldn´t recommend drinking

when your love is gone

(...invisible monsters after my head...)

 

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