Last night, lost in my drink,
I saw you so illusive and remote.
It’s been a year now, since in a cruel betrayal,
your love swindled me out of a dream.
I felt thorns digging into my pupils,
reopening the wound of that dagger.
Your specter brought up such pain,
that last night, lost in my drink,
I cried over my disgrace.
I well know that you have killed my hopes,
I well know that my dream is gone.
Yet, last night, swilling down sorrow,
I sought my past in the liquor cup.
And feeling the pain of my wound,
I cried over my disgrace.
I paid for everyone’s drinks,
none noticed my sorrow, my pain,
and while the boozers kept drinking,
oblivious to my grief,
I drowned in liquor, my ordeal,
and cried over my disgrace.