One step forward, two steps back.
A week of bliss then…a double ‘Jack!’
“No pain, no gain!” So I join the gym.
My brother’s birthday and I’m drinking gin.
Consumed by guilt, I stay home and mope I’m surviving on sweet tea…and dope.
A month goes b and I’m feeling fine, so with dinner…a glass of wine.
“It’s okay! I’m in control!”
Within a week and I’m in a hole, so far down I need help up.
“I PROMISE! NO MORE FROM THE DEVIL’S CUP!
A promise is a promise that will never be broken. (But the devil and Iwere only joking)…2 pints later and THAT promise I break…I give my soul for him to take...
I drink at home, I drink in bars, on the street and in cars. I drink until I drink too well and end up in a Brixton cell.
It’s okay, it’s nothing new. I know the drill and what to do: Get my head down, get some sleep and pray to GOD my soul to keep.
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