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The Bottom of the Beer Bottle

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you see? You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow of a bottle. I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that causes me to be insane with so much shame. Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me. Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me? When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me. Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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