Girls on dance floor, with happy faces and drunk smiles.
One shot, two shot, three and you are high.
Loud music, where you come to unheard your inner voice,
which tells you to come out to the beach;
with flowing streams and silence you cannot defy.
You are flowing on the dance floor;
with hundreds of people accompanying you,
but if they are with you, why are they pushing you.
You remember your first time,
when you put your drunk shoes on,
you kissed the guy standing next to you and felt like flying.
After, you broke the kiss you smiled;
walked away without saying goodbyes.
Now, it’s your fifth time you are wearing your drunk shoes again,
you had whiskey and rum with no shame.
It still tastes bitter, but you are used to the taint.
You need seven shots in a row to gather all the courage.
Now you don’t remember for how long you’ve been drinking.
You feel alcohol running in your veins instead of blood flowing.
You want to drink day and night,
because it calms your soul; forms a delusion away from your crappy life.
Your Drunk shoes; are wearing you out,
You want to stop now, but you can’t.
How can you de-seed a part of life from your life,
when you left every part of life to live that life.
No friends; no family,
you are left alone,
in a dilapidated house with no one to hold.
but your drunk shoes to accompany.