I drink, because of pain,
it's not a problem in my

The bottle is all I know
there's nobody that can
understand my sorrows.

My aches, tears, I cry out every night,
why me!

Mom gone, Grandmother gone,
and now my Grandfather gone!

Sipping more and more,
killing my organs is bad,
but it doesn't matter, dark or lite
I drink because, it's all I know.

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