She knew what she wanted to be. she knew what she had to do. Another ice cube in the glass another memory of the past. Whisky that burns to cover a heart that hurts. Another dream lost another door opened. Feeling a little bit lost but it’s nothing that cost. To have the world at your feet and another path to beat. Another chance given another hope flared. To walk a mile and only get an inch. To take it and feel that pinch. Pain that relieves cause at least your heart still beats. Taking it in breaking a bit. Going all the way means no walking away. Loosing yourself can be a sweet sweet hell.