i have no friends

and every week i think i an starting to be the same old same

addiction! addiction! addiction!

friction moves and pass

grab the liquor in the glass

cold ice and lost of mind

i can't find i am lost

i feel like im blind and dream with open eyes

improvement is vital, but the progress is slow.

no control, slow grow little to show.

ill take one last breath after i take my last,

my heart is pumping alcohol infested blood

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