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I see the far off look in your eyes,

Impending doom, I feel in your sighs.

Is this to be the sum of my fears,

That I am losing you my dear.



Living with me is no picnic,

but you know, I am sick.

I try to please you in every way,

But see us drifting apart day by day.



This demon alcohol is dragging me down,

I dance to its tune like a stupid clown.

So many times I have tried to stop,

Look at me...I am just a sot.



I beg you, please don’t go,

With your help I can beat this I know.

If you leave, I have no hope,

Except maybe the end of a rope.



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Don’t lay this on me,

You have had chances more than one,

If I stay, enabling I will be,

So it is best that I leave.



I know you are sick,

The devil has a hold on you,

This thing I can’t help you lick,

It will only drag me down if I do.



I can’t listen to your excuses anymore,

I am at my wits end,

You have left me no option but the door,

Your battle is one neither of us will win.



I love you, but that is not enough,

You have used all I have to give,

I know it will be tough,

But you must have the will to live,

Give in to God above.



I will write you from where I land,

On this I have to take a stand.

Call me, and maybe we can start over,

When you have beaten this thing and are sober.



Goodbye…and please understand…

I still love you. You are my man.