Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
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Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......