Six AM

It's six am. I'm sitting here consoling myself with whiskey and beer. There's music playing on the radio, drowning out the memories of a girl I used to know. I can't quite remember what it was I said. Just one more drink should fix that problem...passed out on the floor. The whiskeys gone, there's nothing left. Just the bitter memories that are locked up in my head. Memories of you and I. Memories of how you lied. No matter how hard I try to forget you I'm always with you when I go to sleep each night. Each time I dream of you I wake up wondering what to do to leave all of these memories behind. You're gone! You're gone ... there's nothing I can do. This place ... I can still feel you. I wish to hear your voice again. These dreams ... will it ever end! You're Gone.