Abuse & DependenceMature

I was always told me myself
what if I hate the person I am?
Drinking just to ease the pain
of having to rise everyday

It never occurs to me
when I hit the bottle
I scar, I scar, I fucking scar

Sobriety is a demon that reminds me
that I'm too weak to change
All of my friends have abandoned me
I think I finally see the world through my Fathers eyes

It never occured to you
I need some form
of help, help, help

But I'll ride this storm out
on this sinking ship
I'll laugh, I'll scream, I'll cry
that's the way I chose to be

Smashing the bottle off my arms
ready to drown in myself
I'm addicted to nothing but stress
Who says that ain't living?
 

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