Another morning when I feel more rotten than alive.
The reflection in the mirror across the room shows
That I'm just another useless being,
Head down in a tobacco haze with a bottle of broken dreams in my hand.
I wonder if I was just gone,
Would anyone miss me?
The reflection in the mirror across the room shows
That I'm just another useless being,
Head down in a tobacco haze with a bottle of broken dreams in my hand.
I wonder if I was just gone,
Would anyone miss me?