• what he can't see is as plain as day, with every sip he fades away.
    with every sip his mood is changed, his color, fading quick to gray.
    an empty shell of what used to be, now a distant memory.
    he stabs those with daggers when his voice is raised, he finds himself in an uncontrollable rage.

    those he loves are far away, led him to his drinking ways.
    he's alone to waste away, his dreams are all that stay.
    dreams of life, to start anew. dreams to be like me and you.
    but the drink in hand controls his life, to him, his drunken sacrifice.

    the demons of his ways, eat at him with each passing day.
    the thoughts of what could have been, washed away with every sin.
    with every sip he forgets, every night filled with regrets.
    of what could be waiting at the door, but the house is empty furthermore.

    this is whats left of this man, brave may he be as he stands.
    to face the world he was cast out, to face those who look with doubt.
    a shell of his past remains, his life spent in vain.
    what he can't see is as plain as day, with every sip he fades away.