I drank as I used to do in my
youth
and I lived to regret it
my body
rejecting the poison
so I suffer
as I know I must
It's enough to scare me
sober
I will
forget
so I understand the need
of a compulsive drinker
for that morning
shot
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As for your father, I agree with his take on this subject. I haven't had a hangover in about a decade, but I truly felt like rolling over and dying the last time I imbibed far too much. It never was a habit for me, just something that I did from time to time. I'm just glad I was able to capture the experience that last time.
Are you a genie; do you live in a bottle?
At the end of the day when you walk do you toddle?
When you open your eyes to see morning's first light.
Can you remember the end of last night?
Why do you play a game you can't win?
You know your excuses are so very thin.
Life has to be more than a seat on a stool.
I know you can see it you're not that great a fool?
I don't mean to insult but what do I do?
To give you the desire to care about you.
It seems so lonely when you are around.
I feel I'm the only caring one to be found.
I did not want to sit here, and say this to you.
What choice have you left me?
What else can I do?
I think your special, why do you not see,
all that you have, all you can be?
It's your own choice; it's all up to you.
I give you my opinion, that's all I can do.
Rew
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