i wasn t drinking to forget i was drinking to remember how i once might have looked through the eyes of a stranger when all hope should be gone still the dream somehow lingers like the ghost of a snowstorm in frostbitten fingers ten thousand backwards glances won t bring second chances i never knew i was wasted i was way too far gone the face i think is mine is not the face that i see the worried face in the mirror whose worried eyes are fixed on me all your beauty will be stolen by young girls in the night a thief as quiet as a dark cloud that s stole away the moonlight