We Can All Sense It We Can All Tell
Its Just To Late He Has Begun
We Only Hope It Wont Kill Him This Time
Im About Ready To Cry
He Just Cant Stop
Drink After Drink I Can Only Watch
Bottle After Bottle I Can Only Cry
He Has Disappeared No Longer Here
In The Night He Goes So Cold
I Cry Myself Asleep Hoping He Will Return
He Reappears Ready To Fight
Cussing Pushing Hitting
I Cant Take It
I Scream As Loud As I Can
All Is Blank
All Is Fine
He Is Better
Till Next Time
