February Fourth.

In five days, I will have five years sober. Perspective from 2019.

No one even know who I am

How I'm doing or where I've been

And isn't that pretty great?

It doesn't matter how I've lived

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In a way, I'm freer than ever

There is nothing left to lose

Now I know what I don't want

And I can be whatever I choose

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I don't have contacts anyway

And I don't need a new friend

To put all of this behind me

My old life comes to a final end

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Maybe I felt guilty at the start

But the difference now is this

I'm not thinking about you or them

Really, none of you will be missed

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There's just one week left here

From there I'll be all alone

Bottles have always kept me company

But someday I will become my own