Last time I saw my mother, was ten years ago.

But it feels like a thousand tears ago.

I cried so much I made a river flow.

Fears what made me cry you a river.

Now I blow my mind with liquor.

I can cry a perfect flow river. But I can’t drink a perfect liver.

Sink in sorrow, hope tomorrow I can find myself.

Hang my memories on a shelf.

To good wealth is good health. But i’m not very wealthy.

Tomorrow I either get a hangover or I hang upon the ceiling.

The feeling is sickening.

But tomorrow, is just another day.