Hiding in a Bottle
I found myself at the bottom of a bottle
Cuz there was no other place to hide
I'm back to my old ways, my old games
And feeling this old pain inside
I thought I was free
Thought I could truly be alive
But in the end it was a just a lie
Here I am just a memory you once knew
Still in pieces, completely shattered by you
There may come a day when I finally feel alive
But once you're broken, you're never fully whole inside
I found myself at the bottom of a bottle
Completely swallowed in pride
I'm back to my old ways, my old games,
My old pain, these old rains
Come wash me away
It's time to change the tune of this song
I'm gonna get up from where I've been all along
Hold my head up high
Time to get up and fly
Cuz you know on the ground
My feet never belonged
Wish you all the luck that I can
Hope God found you a really good plan
As for myself, I'll sit and I'll write
and I'll draw and I'll fight
I'll live every day as if its my last
Cuz thats the only lesson I've learned from my past
Maybe one day when we're grown
We can try again
And build a home
For now I'll hide at the bottom of this bottle...
And keep writing this song.
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