You left me.
Even before I got on the plane,

I know now it was the booze.
Your ever-present mistress.

Maybe I was the mistress, and
you were cheating with me
on your true love, Alcohol.

Oh, I know,
She’s inviting and
warm and always there

She takes away all the pain,
but she is a whore.

You must pay before you imbibe
Revel in her pleasures and
Then pay in the morning
and pay
and pay
and pay

So did we all
for your obsession.

The thing that ruins me is that
you told me differently.

She wasn’t a part of your life anymore.

Lies. All just lies and
Worse is that you thought
That they were the truth



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