Mist

I make the same old plans every Saturday
just to see if my bad luck will change
It never does... it never does...
I think she stole my last shred of dignity
I cannot even look at myself anymore
She never did... she never did

I gave her everything
that one torment I could not relinquish
She only gave me the sinking despair
Everyday I see her
walking away into the mist

There is no concept of infatuation
just a meagre sense of solidarity
It never changes... it never changes...
There was a lot more at stake
than I gave her credit for
She hates me... I need her...

I gave her everything
that one torment I could not relinquish
She only gave me the sinking despair
Everyday I see her
walking away into the mist

I need the last glass of whiskey
something to make me drift away
No more illusions
No more confusion
Just an empty glass
and a guy who reached a point in his life
and wondered how he got there in the first place
with her
without her
I hate to be selfish but
I can’t do this with you anymore

I gave her everything
that one torment I could not relinquish
She only gave me the sinking despair
Everyday I see her
walking away into the mist

The End

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