Yearly Dying

Find myself in a state
That always appears this time of year
Feels like I’m in a dark muddy hole
Where everything seems to far
Baby, maybe-time to go Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go…
Weakness… Concentrate…
I’m too cold to wanna reach anything
Grab my pen without strength
Alcohol becomes my saviour
Baby, maybe-time to go Baby, baby-make me warm
I know, you know-something's wrong
Baby, maybe time to go home…
Rain… Falling outside…
Memories flashing behind my frightened eyes
Safe from harm… Harmony
Ease my head with another one