Drowning in my silent tears,
I look around--nothing there but an empty bottle of rum
I ask myself how I became this
When I became this--this thing
This haunting ghost of my past
How did things get so messed up?
Was I looking for it?
Or was I asking for it?

Erupting my passion for life,
It all ends with a bottle
And begins with insanity
I look forward, towards where the bottle rolls away
The liquid that was once in there, now empty
Much like I feel now.

My heart is made of stone, of an icy substance that never
breaks
A stone iced with hatred and bitterness
Just like the bitter taste of the rum of which poisons my
body.

I only know two things
Lies and deceit, all that comes around like a bullet in the
heart
Awful rum this is.
Makes my head hurt
Makes my heart lurch


What am I really?
Does it matter anyway?
That of course can't be answered
Rejected, that's the word I am looking for
That's what I always feel, no matter how much I try to
shuffle it into something good.....
It seems I will always have this trouble.

Again, the rum looks really, really good.
Maybe that is what I am?
Bitter, tasteless rum that people puke up
Just to kill me over and over again-----