The drunk
drinking herself to death,
the vile stench of her breath,
wine in the left hand vodka in the right,
drinking all day and all through the night
you want to help her but cant find a way,
so u smile and just hope that it all goes away,
but deep down inside you know that shes dead,
and every morning will she get up from her bed
screaming and crying ohh i cant take no more,
but youve heard all of this time and time before,
oh shutup mum your not going to change
your fucking deranged,
oh yes i will i love you to much dear
ill stop tommorrow while she clutches in her hand a can a beer
tommorrow comes out, comes the sun but mum is still drunk darkness once again prevails one day i say one day it will change
