Your bloodshot eyes, your crooked walk
the way your words slur as you talk.
Another day, another night
another drunken barroom fight.
Will you ever realize what you're doing to yourself
finally reach out and just ask for help?
No you never will, just continue to drink.
I wonder if you ever sit down and think.
Your wife cries every night.
Your kids hide in fright.
As you stumble over your shoes
think it's your life to choose.
