Wasted
Take a sip
It won't hurt
I begin to stumble and trip
Stains on my shirt
Next time is different i say
Then i turn to a bottle
Not able to sound a hey
So ashamed while i hobble
Drinking again they ask
"im fine" i debated
Then i grab my flask
Now i know im wasted
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