Slow death

The cheapest one will do, anything is fine
So long as it brings me down, it always gets me by
Let it be as I bleed inside, sit and watch me get high
The bottom of this drink, is where I'll drown and die
Every moment I pray, that I can afford one more
Weakened in my heart and soul, I'm used to the cold of this floor
Throw me in the ocean, and if I make it to the shore
I'd love to say I'd start again, but I'll just want one more
I'm sick of where I came from, and tired of where I am
Nothing will ever soothe me but this drink that's in my hand
So let it break me apart
And let the sickness rain in
I knew that when I started
I'd never f*****g win

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[Passingdaze]

drink.drank.drunk. stink.stank.stunk. DREAD!!!!!!!