alcohol inside
 

Alcohol, inside

A day, when you were with friends
You started to drink
One glass, two glasses, a bottle
And you did it every week
It was nice to do, until one day, you got problems
You didn’t went to a friend, you went to the closed
To grab that bottle who’s inside

It makes your mind empty, like a rose on his hidden ground
You were that flower, that beautiful flower inside
Now it dries out the memories
You don’t know what you are, you don’t know to find
You chest find the bottle, the bottle inside

You look at the mirror, the mirror inside
And you see your self outside
But you don’t recognise it, you don’t know who it is
Your mind is drown into the alcohol
The alcohol inside
And you think……… where’s that bottle
That bottle inside.

daniel kers :eek:

la Première: Beetje verhalend, beetje té. Ook drie keer 'inside' gezien, niet zo stijlvol. Probeer wat poëtischer te zijn, je zinnen zijn wel mooi.

Je hebt mazzel dit keer. ;) 'k zou tacidvs maar bedanken. ;)

Volgende keer met uppen blijven ze dicht.

Agrees,
maar vind vooral de eerste strofe te verhalend,
vind het daarna een stuk beter! :)
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