I wasn’t always a drunk Once I was a child - a little girl Who wanted love Which she found - in a bottle At first it had been fun There were friends and laughter She felt complete, unbroken for the first time But it stole something I couldn’t afford to lose It took my sanity – for awhile It took over my life – and my child Withered and died I can’t get her back I’ve tried But I was a drunk The kind that drinks in the morning And falls asleep with a glass in her hand That spills Red liquid onto the floor Who laughs too loud In a crowd And doesn’t know She’s not the centre of attention because she’s fun
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