I become an alcoholic
Looking for happiness in every bottle
The pain was fading away in every shot I took
But I did not understand my logic
How will a bottle help me with my pain
I will still have it after the effects wear off
But the bottle is my friend, the only one who understands me
So I because an alcoholic because of my pain
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