New kind of abuse

I can see you drunk in the corner, and so, I slowly make my way over. You take no notice, your eyes half open, drink your troubles away, your heart is broken. But you drink anymore and your liver will be too, ever think that the drink's why she finally ditched you? You have to admit, she put up with a lot, drinking your beer and smokin that pot. You're going nowhere faster than anyone I know, this is a race you are going to win by going slow. Tomorrow, I know, when you finally sober up, you'll be bragging you were drunk and all fucked up. Well, fucked up is right, in the head anyway, you might be on the right path, just going the wrong way.

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