and through the night so it seems i'm done breathing,
and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
and i'm breaking down,
I think i'm breaking down.
i'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
such as living with the uncertainty,
that i'll never find the words to say which would completely explain,
just how i'm breaking down.
someone come and save my life.
Maybe i'll sleep when I am dead,
but now it's like the night is taking sides.
And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind,
could it be this misery will suffice?
and like the sea i'm constantly changing from calm to ill,
madness fills my heart and soul,
as if the great divide could swallow me whole
So here's to living life miserable
And here's to all the lovely stories that I've told
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle