Late in the night, drink in hand Nothing... Andrey Botanarsky

Late in the night, drink in hand
Nothing worked out as I planned
I’m not alone, but I feel as I am
Shouldn’t I be looking for my gem?
Is it a person, is it a place?
I’m lost this is what I face
I want loose myself
I want bury myself
Lay down and fall asleep
I can feel my heart weep
Is this too much to ask for?
Where is the exit door?