Little Red Book


with my heart at the bottom of a bottle of wine

with my heart at the bottom of a bottle of wine
and my soul in a prison without walls
with my eyes tight shut i can almost see the line
that i walk every time the axe falls

so farewell now my lovely
we shall never meet again
in this vale of tears we call home

i will fondly think of you
i will forget about the pain
and i will lie these lies as long as i'm alone


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Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers