He sat drunk in the dark alone with his empty thoughts Gazed at the knife on the table swept another drink
Shivering with angst Thinking of all that’s been His face was pale, his eyes empty stared down the empty glass It all seemed so hopeless he lit another cigarette
a wrinkled photograph in his hand a vague memory in vain And he smiled Filled with warmth, But.. just for a while
Who the hell is going to save me? He thought Who the hell is going to save me? He thought
STRONG-MINDED a: he reached for the knife b: he poured another drink c: and gave the mirror another look
As the dawn kept rising the answer came You're going to have to Face yourself