Strugaling

a time alone yet surrounded, a mind that feels impounded, so much on my mind without no time, so i thought id express it in a rhyme. i used to drink to forget,but never forgot to drink, and lower and lower my morals would sink, id forget the bills,rent and debts, instead id adopt a case of torretts. waking up drunk without a clue, of no more knowing in life what to do, returning to a place where i feel at ease, the alcohol again becoming a disease. dropping me once more down to my knees, the voices again begin to tease, help me lord for i cant go on, with the alocholics ballard song.