What the hell I am doing with my life?
People like to get high, like to get messed up on different shit
But keeping it real will always be good and nice for a lost soul,
Alcohol.
While happiness is best known and acknowledged after it is lost
And such a moment is never desired.
It has been lived before and such moments will not be appreciated
Until lost.
I love alcohol. I always did. I'll always will. Nothing will stop my relationship to it.
But for every glass, for every shot, for every beer
There's a consequence
Which I refuse to recognize.
I'll always miss Christmas in both '05 and '07
But mostly '07 and the never-to-be-forgotten-feelings
And the cozy feeling from such a time
God, if only there was a way to bring all back, NOW!
That's why giving to charity, Secret Santa and other people has turned into a yearly habit
Something to just simulate such a pure and unaltered moment
Which I have been longing for so long..
This is the time that we let it go
This is the pain we are forced to know
Singing the song that's inside, inside us all, inside us all
