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Have a Drink
It all began sneaking a few beers
How on earth did it lead me here
No occasion or company needed
The drive to drink in my head deeply seeded
Once any second of time was free
Was the perfect time to drink for me
Alone drinking to excess no fun to be had
Inside I felt unbearably bad
The cause for me not directly known
An internal sadness down to the bone
Any event where drinking was involved
My behavior would quickly devolve
From a bit cheeky to a bit rude
To downright disgusting to a violent dude
To flipping maniac to black out drunk
Who would want to live life in that kind of funk
Working hungover many days of the week
So sick inside one you can barely speak
But you do it again just for the feeling, the rush
The next day you wish that all other would hush
It is a cycle itself that is hard to break
It makes you wonder how much you can take
How many times until enough is enough
To finally get off of this wicked stuff
That warps your personality to a level
Where you could be mistaken for the devil
When your good friend tells you “you have no soul”
That’s when you know you’re in a very deep hole
To escape there is no quick way to burst out of the bubble
The drinking is a symptom of underlying trouble
A repressed feeling or doubting of self
Will not go away by grabbing a drink from the shelf
Until you decide to love yourself
You won’t find love with anyone else
As long as you suppress your internal feelings
The drink will drive your external dealings
