Whiskey

by Kirsten   Dec 27, 2005


You created this depression
The one that I'm in
You planted the whiskey
for me to see

You saw me drink my life away
And you just stood there

You saw me fall
To my death
And you just stood there

You saw me lay there
Dead
And you cleaned up the bottles

And left me there.....

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