Alcoholic
When the moon forces night
I'm knocked down to my knees
Memory fading from sight
Promises I'll never keep
I go and do it again
Order round after round
Might as well be a gun in my hand
Deadly shots with no sound
As the snake in the pit
Takes a bite out of me
I am chewing my lip
So much wanting to scream
Falling off of the cliff
Cause my ledge is to weak
Craziness must admit
Taking the best out of me
Sunlight makes it's first peak
Over the waters edge
In the gutter I sleep
I have made my own bed
In which I now lie
If only I were able
To give up and die
On this, my torture table
The snake in the pit
Will not let go of me
I try to shoot from the hip
To try and bring some relief
I stare at the cliff where I fell
The climb is too steep
Alcohol has a mighty grip
That brings me no peace
28 years ago today I made the decision to stop the madness of drinking... Life has never been better! If you yourself are caught up in this Hell I hope and pray you get help. It can be done, I'm living proof!
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