Jack Daniels

They tell me they can’t eat,
They tell me it’s their depression.
My very private life,
Has become their obsession.

Now I rely on Alcohol,
To get me through the night.
Jack Daniels on my left,
A chaser on my right.

The life of an alcoholic,
Is a life I know too well.
Maybe my parents were right,
I guess I’ll see you in hell.

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