Yet another "split" produced THIS poem. Like a lot of people, I tried to "forget" the pain of such things by the copious use of ALCOHOL!
The world seems much clearer, Through the bottom of a glass,
No future to think of, And no trace of the past
And, when I'm alone, I can't help but feel this way,
And begin to long, For the end of the day
And I know that there's others, That feel this way too,
Face in a bottle, Not knowing what to do
As you drink, you forget, But you still feel no better,
The glass keeps on going, But I still can't forget her!