Sentenced

Yet another morning
that feels like this
Yet another life's bitter kiss
It has been like this for I don't know how long
I only know that at some point
it all went wrong
I don't remember much from last night
but still far more than I would like to
I'm floating downstream that damned river again
What can I do now except continue
and open a bottle once more
What can I do now except see this through
and float with the stream, off the shore
- see where the river will take me
When I needed you, you weren't there