ME AND THE LAST VODKA BOTTLE

I am sitting in my room,
The empty room,
No one here, so with whom i will share my sorrows!!!
Except the empty vodka bottles.

Now, i am holding the last bottle,the last vodka bottle,
Slowly the darkest thoughts are swallowing all the happy memories,
Someone saying it's end of the road,
But i am still not ready to believe that "nothing is built to last forever"

It was allways a war,
A war of empty threats,
A war of silient fights,
But now i am tired of this,
I knew from the begining that you will win this war,
Even if it was "i" who was right.

Now i wake up every morning,
And try to forget your face,
But i need to confesss something,
The sensetion of your skin still burns my thoughts.

Now, holding the last vodka bottle,
Begining to open it up,
But don't worry i won't shed my tears,
Cause you are not a enough reason anymore.