Confessions of an alcoholic
It started as a drinking game... every other weekend then it became every weekend.
My moods began to shift, with every word that was spoken to me.
Soon enough I became hooked. The drinking game turned to an everyday battle within my self.
Family and friends begged of me to get help.
But I love my demons to much to let them go.
The closer I pull my demons in, the more at home i felt.
Fake smiles, fake personalities I pursue just to make it throughout the day.
Just to rush home or a near bar and turn the bottle upside down.
My demons are calling, and I must answer. Who am I to not.
The warm taste of bourbon always seems to make every pain I ever encountered disappear.
How do I stop now? How can I?
I lost who I was a long time ago. I dont know how to get her back.
Trying to get help with a demon on my back is a battle I'm bound to lose.
#lost
My moods began to shift, with every word that was spoken to me.
Soon enough I became hooked. The drinking game turned to an everyday battle within my self.
Family and friends begged of me to get help.
But I love my demons to much to let them go.
The closer I pull my demons in, the more at home i felt.
Fake smiles, fake personalities I pursue just to make it throughout the day.
Just to rush home or a near bar and turn the bottle upside down.
My demons are calling, and I must answer. Who am I to not.
The warm taste of bourbon always seems to make every pain I ever encountered disappear.
How do I stop now? How can I?
I lost who I was a long time ago. I dont know how to get her back.
Trying to get help with a demon on my back is a battle I'm bound to lose.
#lost