When I drink, it makes me forget.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.