Each peak has a valley, Each wave has a dip
Joy moving to sadness and back again
This time I thought it would be different
Thinking that I had outrun the pain of the past
Finally moving forward,
But in actuality going nowhere
Once again, stuck in the bottle
Looking out but no one looking in
In the cold... wrapped around myself
The harsh reality a slap in my face
I am alone
-CMA 1/8/96