Soba

I am able to have fun.

It's like the parties never stop.

Every night is an adventure,

and I like it.

I drink my life away.

That's the truth,

to cure my broken heart.

I don't want to think,

A second i'm left alone with my brain,

and it is torture. It's pain.

Seeing what I do with myself.

It is not me. The real me.

It is like I am trapped behind a mirror,

banging to be set free.

When I'm soba,

I can think staight;

but it hurts thinking about you.