Alcoholism has affected many,
it gets you and won't let go untill it's pleased.
But when will it be pleased?
Today, tomorrow, in a year.
Alcoholism makes you think you need a beer,
untill you actually do need a beer.
It's with you day and night,
and only you can win the fight.
The fight that seems like it lasts forever.
You wake up hateing yourself because another days gone by and you haven't won,
but eveyday is another chance a chance to try and not run.
The more you drink, the more you run.
Alcoholism will chase you the when you run,
it's an evil game one that's no fun.
The only way out is to say no to the drink,
even though it's hard think.
Think of a sober life.
You be the one that wins and not him.
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