The night was still young
and the liquid went down
the bottle was empty
its another night on the town
at first it was nothing
and then the beverage kicks in
your head starts to spin
and all the fun begins
you world gets much better
and it all seems so right
the next morning you wake
to headaches and pain
you then realize your night
was not worth it at all
because you did something wrong
you messed up big...
this word will spread and your life will end
you prepare yourself for whats ahead
but in the end
you'll just let another bottle
fill your head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem