Mad.

And forget me, if I am not supposed to live this way
But it's the only way I found to live alone with no pain
Drowning myself into a little wiskey bottle
Spreading gold tears as rain comes by
Slowly spelling your name when your voice intones in my head
And mine is tied so tight in my throat
It is so sad, I give up on fight
For you... I would do anything... But not now...
Now you are an insane satanic goat.