It's 8 in the morning, you don't fucking need that.
It doesn't give you courage.
You're pathetic, a coward.
Take this pill and wash away.
Your suffering will still remain.
Same drug different day.
All of this shit is here to stay.
Hide behind the bottle and hope something will change.
One last taste of the bitter drip on your lips.
One more time at the bottom of the bottle.
it is here you'll sink down, with only hopes to be found but
it is on the rocks I'm certain you'll drown.
But I'll break the glass to my own reflection choke on the pieces before that's ever me.
Her life in the balance, her heart in my hands.
The liquid made her a widow and made me a man.
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