You still sit here, with your bottle's a mistress
Thinking a long time back, when everything was okay
When you didn't beat, lie or cheat
When everyone still cared, still loved
You didn't want to give up your life for a brain cell killer
But you did, you fell deep into that abyss
And now all you ever do is wait for the train never comes
Look for some kind of relief, or pleasure, but it doesn't exist
Taste the crimson cheap wine, because you misplaced your booze
You memory only falls back to the days when your father was a hero
You looked up to him so much, and then he left and you sunk your shoulders
And cried, tears spilling on the suicidal letter you wrote to your beloved mom
I know all this, I do
You told me everything one drunken night
But now you sit here, and chuck down your memories and hurt and pain
And I know this, because I was once your daughter