Don’t bother with me. Stop being pesky.
Stop running around. Stop being frisky.
Stop telling me to go have fun and do something risky.
I’m fine as I am. Leave me be; alone with my whiskey.
I did my part. Followed the decree.
Spent my youth, getting my degree.
All my life alone. Caged in like a detainee.
Now I feel fine; alone with my whiskey.
Only dared once to take her out for some hot tea.
Couldn’t even confess my love before she flew overseas.
It’s my own fault that I’m standing alone beside this Christmas tree.
So don’t bother with me. Leave me alone with my whiskey.
Big empty house, lonely dinner and expensive car keys.
If only I dared to live, I wonder how it would be!
Anything but mean, rude and detestable divorcee.
Not awake at midnight, drinking; alone with my whiskey.
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