1She is busy drinking away her cares
Her dreams are filled with only nightmares
The heart she has beats quicker and quicker
As she poisons it with a heavy liquor
She is believing a horrible lie
And then slowly begins to die
The life she lives is wasted
On that liquor she has tasted
She is succumbing to what she doesn't need
And thinks that in death her soul will be freed
Life is not just a continuous, dream my friend
Where there is a beginnining, there is an always an end…