Alcoholic I must say its scary, how people talk Their voices rasping, like a blackboard on chalk. Loud and announcing, secretly weak Why must you take me, where eyes leak? Their loud cries, and brief attempts To make their lives a bit less content And now I feel my voice raising As I ask for another, another grazing Why is it hard? Why must I be free? Can you not see what is happening to me? It drives me crazy Around the bend They say I'm mad But you're my friend Aren't you?
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