Defiled image of you

*I drink to much in last crying-night 

for tell to my mind "goodbye to you"*

...in the morning I'm going back to home,

 as if the night had flown away,

I lose myself in a nook and watch again the undone bed,

while I try to forget a sad goodbye.

The night drove me, I could not control myself.

I was lost, I was blinded by my instincts.

This morning is different from the others risers days,

I do not run to breakfast with a hot coffe,

rest in bed, even if I can not sleep.

It would be nice to perceive the right way of life,

instead of crying about torn clothes.

I'm afraid that my mind will is still defiled.

*defiled image of you*