Fathers Empty Bottle
Why do you have to drink to the last drop?
I don't know, I just can't stop
Why can't you just drain the bottle?
That would be a waste of a lot
Why don't you just give it a chance?
And what?, be lost again?
Aren't you lost at the bottom?
I'm fine, here I got it
I miss you, won't you come back?
I've been here all along, have you gone mad?
Written November 4, 2003
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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