I can't put the bottle down to save myself, I don't know how. I keep drinking to numb myself cause I don't know how else to now. I drink and fight, I pass out at night. I'm crashing and burning, I'm the one who keeps losing this fight. I feel pain so I grab a 40 of beer, I crack the bottle open and try to wash away all feelings, emotions,pain and fear. I'll drink till I pass out. The floor where I wake up knows my name and my face. Wake up in the morning hung over and feeling sick as shit, I'll sleep half the day away then return to my hazey ways in another day. The face in the mirror I don't recognize, I can't see, back into my eyes. Its not me, I'm, someone else, I'm too weak to say that maybe I need help. The vodka calls as I fall, a good friend will help me through, I put down the gun but its just like the drinks to me.
