Away with the bottles
Keep them away from me
No need to drown my pains
I want no more
I stagger in shame
I’ve lost my fame
The stench of booze
They all shout “BOO”
Toss the bottles into the bin
But empty them first in the rain
Move me away from its tempting stench
Guide me as I stagger to the bench
My balance I’ve lost
This tale I caused
Red freckles, goose bumps
General weakness, oh my!
Days of nausea
Nights of stench
Fills my every sense
Too many bottles I’ve bought
And now my wallet is empty
I am a debtor to plenty
Horrible dreams
Lord, help me please
Don’t judge me too soon
I’m ashamed of me too
From this day forward
Away with the bottles
I need me a future
A wife and kids in the picture
So keep your pity and scorn
I’ll live a life brand new
By Sylvia Chika
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