I guess I'll try to find myself on the walk, on the bus ride home. I'm walking alone, its cold, I can't feel my soul. The drinks still linger in me, tonight its all lost meaning. I won't sleep till the early morn, this won't be the last time. The drinks make me stumble, fumble, think and almost fall, I had too much to drink, too much emotion that was my fall.
I'll take my time, I'll take the long ride home. I'm depressed, drunk, cold and all alone.
To ease pain in my heart, it seems at the club drinks numbed my pain, they took all feeling away. I'll cover up this unhappiness in a mask. A mascarade, a fascade so the world thinks its someone else, not me.
