No Bleeding

Black clouds approaching,
once my mettle held fast.
Now my courage is melting
with the ice in my glass.
Head under covers,
so awesome a goal.
Poor boy you suffer,
faint heart, thirsty soul.
When you've lost the will to carry on,
When your wretched spirit's broken and all hope of it is gone
Do you tell your sorrows to a bottle,
scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you,
can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and drinking heavily,
Braving jeers of glad derision on a harsh and foaming sea
Do you tell your sorrows to a bottle,
scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you,
can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and drinking heavily,
Braving jeers of sad derision on a harsh and foaming sea.
Do you tell your sorrows to a bottle,
scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you,
can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and thinking heavily,
Braving jeers of sad derision on a harsh and foaming sea
Do you tell your sorrows to a bottle,
scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you,
can the world be so unkind?
To a boy....