The alcoholic

by stephalee   Sep 8, 2005


He likes to get drunk a lot
Even though he knows it makes me sad
He knows with each sip I die a little
You are drinking yourself to an early grave
Do you want us to pour your precious alcohol in your coffin with you
So you can drink in your after life
Because we all know you need it there just as bad as you do here
Cant you see how much you are hurting me
Along with yourself
You kill yourself my brother
You kill me too
But the worst part of all
You don't know its true
That'ts what kills the most brother
That's what kills me the most
You don't even know you're hurting yourself
And it tears me up inside
That you are slowly dying
But you don't even care
Why brother why

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