I cry much, much more
This days
The tears that run from my eyes
I can't stop it
...
My scribblings
On a piece of paper
Don't make sense at all
And at this point I don't care
...
To understand you
I have to read about you
In books
Or meet you face to face
...
The bottle is his only luxury
That he can afford with his own money
He doesn't see anything wrong with it
And others do
...