A Bottle of Blame
People who suffer from Alchoholism
Long nights, short days,
I don't know why I can't stay away
Hours of toasts, minutes of fame
the minutes that haunt my echoing brain
living a life of unbreakable shame
praying that god would help with the pain
no answer, but a bottle
a bottle of blame
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