I found you here at the bottom of this bottle
I knew I would, that is why I drank
I thought I had lost you, but here you are
At the bottom
The end
This twisted version of me
This is the only time you seem to want me
The only time you let me in
Here at the bottom
Here at the end
This twisted version of reality
A quiet whisper kept me sane
But I am loosing my grip
I am starting to care
Wanting you near me
Not caring the state of which we find each other
Just needing to find
Just needing you
Shame on me for being so weak
Numbing my way down the path of resistance
Realizing I have resisted nothing
Damn my soul... damn this bottle
© 2006 Killswitch
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