Inside a whiskey bottle, he died.
Slowly drank all his cares away.
He just laid there and cried.
Until he passed that winter's day.
His friends tried to save his soul.
His family tried to save his life.
He left them out in the bitter cold.
Even pushed away his loving wife.
He couldn't face himself anymore.
He had enough of his damn bad luck.
Behind the always closed front door
He drank till he no longer gave a fuck.
He wanted to always numb himself,
And forgot all the torture and pain.
Empty bottles covered a dusty shelf,
As he took his life in the cold rain.
Inside a whiskey bottle, he died.
Slowly drank his entire life away.
He loaded his shotgun and cried.
Pulled the trigger that winter's day.
A loving wife lost her soul mate.
A loving wife lost her best friend.
She began to question her fate.
As she began to fall in the end.
A whiskey bottle took her pride.
Made her give up on everything.
Her once loving husband has died.
She wanted to join him that spring.
Never knew why he ended it all.
No clue why things went wrong.
Tried to hide behind a mental wall.
The internal suffering was too strong.
She tried to keep moving forward,
But the grief kept holding her back.
Depression pulled her downward.
Her life was slowly falling off track.
She had enough of the loneliness.
She had enough of the lonely tears.
Her soul and her aching heart a mess.
Decided her life lasted enough years.
Inside a whiskey bottle, she died.
Slowly drank her entire life away.
She loaded his shotgun and cried.
Pulled the trigger that spring day.
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