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I cant think, i need my medicine... I need a drink
Its like a hidden link, a pick up everytime my heart sinks
I live my life on the brink, everytime i let my eyes lift
the only exercise i get, is when my arm raises to take another sip
Right when it hits my lips, i know im depressed again
But when my lifes a drag, how do you live when it was over before it begins
Is there a reason for this...shit your actully asking me?
Well this is how my minds floats in the sea...litteraly
Mindless
Going against my discretion,
confessing my obsession with constant depression
Refreshening my aggression,
requesting this next session to express my alcoholic transgressions...
...Im never willing to stop,
constantly filling my cup till the liquids spilling over the top
Feeling full but not fulfilled,
still seeking a thrill looking for my glass to be refilled.
Stood up from the table,
not able to stand stable suddenly ive become disabled
This addictions my conviction,
my thoughts constricted cant depict fact from fiction
Admitting i hit my limit,
i need to go but im unfit to drive, walk, ride, or even sit.
Percieving its time to leave,
retrieving my keys i'm left feeling deceivingly relieved.
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Beer, Alcohol, Liquor any thing can fill back up my glass
At last, I dont leave my house...with out my drenched Flask
Its like a tint...My mask covers up my feelings fast
But left a mental rash...every drink just puctures a gash
Ive found my lover at last. Anonymous Alcs. is like a clash
The way were Back to fillin up our flasks...and then i daze back
Ego trips from enthusiastic to depression...im back to stressin
The way were messin with alcohol...you'd think we'd learn a lesson
Im depressed as soon as i take my first drink
Is it because Theres less alcohol in my cup......
...Or i know noone can relate to what i think
My mouth starts to water...When i hit the bottom of my flask
Practicly the only medicine for me......is emptying my glass
Good Job To The Both Of You--Hottie
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