i lay me down where now is my promised life of respectable socail standing? what was it that caused me to lose all that my childhood friends hold as right and true? i am that of the choices i have made i am that of my guilt and shame, and in that place i lay me down, with a half empty bottle, half full of liquid reasoning. i curl in the doorway of life and i care no more. pass me by with your eyes fixed on perfect society for i do not exist in your realm. there is only space within it for your unsoiled philospohy, sober opinion and belief, and i have too much pain to acquire clear thinking. no, i wait hungrily for those who know my frame and hear my soul. i lay me down and hope i never stir again. that i could rise and breathe the air of innocent life, but too harsh are the stings of self defeat that i will never fly. i am told by those who tend my sores, of promise through one spoken man. but i am sure his promises could not extend this far, so i lay me down with a half empty botlle, half full of liquid reasoning as i care no more.
