The Game

by John   Sep 3, 2004


As I lay here on my bed
Crazy thought run through my head
I’m in this place for alcohol abuse
I admit it, I have no excuse
The lights turn off in my room
Now these thoughts start to zoom
I think about it all the time
Willing to spend every nickel and dime
But if I fail to stay sober
That’s it, the end, “Game Over”.

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  • 20 years ago

    by John

    awesome

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