Head ache in the morning,
And a dry lager throat,
Brush teeth, feeling sick,
Look in the mirror, look shit,
Shower, hair gel, and cologne,
Dress myself up and pretend I'm not alone.

Work all day, drink all night,
No missus or social life, to speak of,
Might as well be invisible as I pass out,
Dream of past hopes and aspirations,
Lynx, confidence, and Playstations,
Things that never mattered really,
Sadly.

Manage to stay calm, but constantly on edge,
Empty wallet, tired eyes, painkillers,
Now cant sleep, get emotional,
Days get longer, days get duller,
Tears fall, but smiles are kept raised,
Even though opinions have never been lower.

Thrown away everything that mattered,
And now don't recognise the person in the mirror.