The Bitter End
I was upstairs at this bar,
The bitter end. Watching a
Soldier seduce a whore.
And they escorted me downstairs
For not being dressed right.
I found no love that night. Guess I
Didn’t have enough money or maybe
I didn’t have a uniform. Either
Way they hated me.
It was the bitter end,
I walked home that night
Alone and drunk. Hating my life.
It was the bitter end. I wished I was
Dead, but there was no one waiting for
A drunk is no better than a sober
Person at the bitter end, but maybe
A soldier in uniform is what the