I hate you
I despise you
Your drunken visions of friendship
Destroyed by your sobriety
Destroying my joys
Happiness of pain and suffering
You are a disease
Diseased my life and thoughts
Always right never wrong
Your way or not at all
Seeking sanctuary in your bottle
Your bottle, your bottle
Your car, your house
Your bottle, your f-king bottle
Choke on your bottle
Choke on your life
Choke on your possessions
Your friendship now a forgotten dream
your life old and unseen
Take it all, have it all
But you ain’t f-king having me.
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