Testo di Sweet Illness of Mine

The whiskey bottle's almost empty as well as the pack of smokes Been awake for several days now haunted by the memories My heart has become colder than this room long time since I felt joy or happiness All of the roses you planted have lost their touch and faded away Thinking back on the good times we had when we would laugh The wind blew in your hair as we drove across the country Not even all of the world's whores can satisfy me anymore I've lost the spark and light nothing to hold close to my heart I keep staring at the chromed 45 lying on the living room table A moment of silence