xguitarfreakx

When I was small For a long while I watched as you drank yourself away, Growing weaker, in every waking day. Drifting to your special place, the one where you felt free, Before long it grabbed hold of you, but you couldn't see, It was your escape, but i didn't understand, The only thing I ever knew, was to hold your hand, You used to upset mum, I remember how she cried, You had to move out, because you never tried, Holes in doors and broken hearts, your friend didn't help, You became more sad, and lost in yourself, Your friend stole things from you, your home, your mind, your soul, Yes your good old friend, known as alcohol... Ye