Empty Bottles

It's a song, if you will. My friend thought Empty Bottles would be a good name for something, so I made a song. (:

My world is spinning
Which ways up which ways down
I don't think I like this feeling

I've lost all control
It's the price I pay for selling my soul
to a bottle of hell
I ain't taking it too well

Chorus;;
Too many empty bottles at the end of the day
This is part, part of the price I pay
For giving it all away
What the f**k is this for
Get me out of here
Too many, too many empty bottles

I can't fight this addiction
It's wearing me thin
This is a war I know I can't win

Full bottles in the fridge empty bottles on the ground
Still up at midnight trying not to make a sound
I can't live like this anymore

[Chorus]

I'm breaking free of what I am
I'll do whatever it takes
I'll do everything that I can
I won't make anymore mistakes

[Chorus]

Author's Note

I'd like your honest opinion please. (: