When the going is hard
The weak mind resorts to easy way out
Drowning it in a bottle of whiskey
Forget about problems; forget about life
Maybe influence by movies
When problems arise, they hit the sack
With a whiskey bottle tears of regrets
On the armchairs on the beds
Suddenly the focusing is gone
The mind turns awry dreams get lost
Shutting windows hiding indoors
Drawing regrets forgetting to move on
Life isn’t bed of roses
It has its ups downs
As long as one remembers it
You make right; you make wrong
It is all your own
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