My business is heavy and sorrowful.
My soul is gloomy and despaired.
Is mom at home?
Is it true it is a haven?
My glass is empty, and I am sure the bartender hates me.
Why wouldn’t she?
I even hate myself.
The weather is harsh tonight, hell! It’s been for the past 8 months…
I’ve got just two more hopes left.
None of them are of your interest, clearly!
I ordered a refill, but no one listens.
Another night, another journey
back to my hole.
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