With a glass of whisky on my hand
while death rose next to my chest
waiting for the lady
that never showed up.
Letting my heart love her
because she deserved it.
I was drinking with my enemies,
Melancholy and Sadness were there,
sitting next to me.
Telling Melancholy how a women she was,
showed sadness through a smile.
Twelve hours passed by
letting all my secrets out.
Life told me I needed to keep living without her;
while death was waiting for me patiently.
Was I dying for love?
Or was my love was dying?
I left my love on the whisky bar,
if one day she comes back
she will find me,
but not my love.