Bottles By: Taylor Donnelly Poem by Taylor P. Donnelly

Bottles
By: Taylor Donnelly

Put down the bottle darling
Pick up the phone
You don't have to do it all alone
Don't lie your not the only one to blame
i would have gone and done the same

You got caught in the web of lies
You struck out taken to many tries
The floor boards are break'en in your mind
and beneath them the truth you'll find
its dark and nothing but pain
But in the end we all go insane

Time doesn't make us strong but weak
And its time that makes the ceilings leak
And pain that drives us to the peak
And our own destruction

Put down the bottle, pick up the glass
Because tonight is ganna pass
Give up your pills put down the bottle
I'm sorry but i'm not one to coddle
Your not aloud to leave
Even if i gadda make ya heave

Its not time that kills us we do it to our selves