my face hits the floor
I’m high on your love
and drunk from the bottle that kissed my mouth
shattered in pieces
I try to collect
all the parts you broke
all the parts you stole
when you left
twirling around on the cold ground
I am a lonely soul with deep
wounds within
my ripped off skin
whispers ask me why my life is such a mess
I fight, I stand, no one will talk bad behind my back
then I collect the shattered pieces
of the bottle on the ground
high of your love
and drunk from a liquor kiss
the floor got hit