You dont think ahead,

You just do as you please

as you lay in your bed

You feel the wind`s tease.

You can`t control visions,

the pounding in your head.

You think of that decision,

the one that almost made you turn up dead.

So you hold the bottle harshly and tight,

you think that you almost,

almost just might.

You take one by one,

But, that`s not enough.

You need to act strong,

You need to be tough.

Everything around you seems to flash,

as your body hits the floor,

your head with a gash.

Then slowly you start to fade,

with that one decision,

that one you made.