Hour was late
Then you came
With armed fingers that don't explain

Took shots at me without a single aim
Yea I deserved it
I was blind

You allways see what I choose to hide
Fists of hate that  stroked
Eyes that count backward
about to self destruct

I asked why - you said - die
Then you said
It hurts..
im just tring to kill the pain inside

Day after
sobriety comes in to place
weakness back in it shell

everyone's happy for this new day
sun is shining birds are flying

past recollections of last night are slowly dying
I play my guitar..
It never sounded better ...