I'm not gonna cry this time
No more fight, not worth the price.
Just gonna drown my chest in a liquor that bite
bite that fight right down.
Engage in that all to familiar fight
The drunk mans plight.
Loose and sink way down in that drunkenness.
Reminisce on times that don't exist.
Not worth the fight no more.
But I will drink some more.
Copyright © Teidra Whiteside | Year Posted 2017
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