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navysteve · 05-09-2008, 05:53 PM

Just thought I would post this. I haven't written in awhile. Maybe this will get me back into it. I don't know how ( or if) I can upload the track:

JEKYLL AND HYDE

The first thing I remember is the first thing I regret.
Some folk’s drink for pleasure, I drink to forget.
Smashed my car; get tossed from bars; this happens every
week.
It’s a way of life that you can’t deny.
Take another shot, everything’s all right.
Black are the thoughts, that I have buried deep.
They come back to haunt me, while I am trapped here in my
sleep…

Chorus
My Jekyll and my Hyde. They both live inside of me.
The only friend that I have is this bottle in my hand.
I can’t put up a fight. The thirst it takes a hold of me.
The only friend that I have, is this bottle in my hand.

Wake up face down, on the kitchen floor.
I drank all night, yet I’m going to drink some more.
What did I do or say? I did not mean to break your heart.
Sometimes I lose control, before the evening starts.

Chorus
My Jekyll and my Hyde. I can’t remember which one is me.
I think the problem started, with this bottle in my hand.
I was told before, that it doesn’t have to be this way.
They say I must surrender, to this bottle in my hand.

05-09-2008, 05:53 PM	#1 (permalink)
navysteve Member Join Date: May 2008 Posts: 1,870	A song I wrote awhile ago Just thought I would post this. I haven't written in awhile. Maybe this will get me back into it. I don't know how ( or if) I can upload the track: JEKYLL AND HYDE The first thing I remember is the first thing I regret. Some folk’s drink for pleasure, I drink to forget. Smashed my car; get tossed from bars; this happens every week. It’s a way of life that you can’t deny. Take another shot, everything’s all right. Black are the thoughts, that I have buried deep. They come back to haunt me, while I am trapped here in my sleep… Chorus My Jekyll and my Hyde. They both live inside of me. The only friend that I have is this bottle in my hand. I can’t put up a fight. The thirst it takes a hold of me. The only friend that I have, is this bottle in my hand. Wake up face down, on the kitchen floor. I drank all night, yet I’m going to drink some more. What did I do or say? I did not mean to break your heart. Sometimes I lose control, before the evening starts. Chorus My Jekyll and my Hyde. I can’t remember which one is me. I think the problem started, with this bottle in my hand. I was told before, that it doesn’t have to be this way. They say I must surrender, to this bottle in my hand.