Through the bottom of a bottle

Through the bottom of another bottle
every day looks the same
bent
torn
broken
when I empty the last drops into my glass
just to order another one
fighting my way through glass by glass
to forget
to remember
when was the time when all went wrong
how can I do it right
to fix
what was broken so long ago
to keep the promises
the oath I've given
when all seemed to easy
the future so far away
and one by one the foundation broke off
until all but my love was left
buried
in the mountain of pain
we've given each other
washing away whatever it was that brought us together

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