Yearly Dying

Find myself in a state

that always appears this time of year

Feels like I'm in a dark muddy hole

Where everything seems to far

Baby, maybe-time to go

Baby, baby-make me warm

I know, you know-something's wrong

Baby, maybe time to go...

Weakness... Concentrate...

I'm too cold to wanna reach anything

Grab my pen without strength

Alcohol becomes my saviour

Baby, maybe-time to go

Baby, baby-make me warm

I know, you know-something's wrong

Baby, maybe time to go home...

Rain... Falling outside...

Memories flashing behind my frightened eyes

safe from harm... Harmony

ease my head with another one