Screaming my lungs out,
Does anyone hear?
The only thing they say is, "stop that pout."
That is when I grab hold of the beer.
Drink and drink
Never will I stop.
People tell me to, "THINK PINK!"
Now here is the vodka mixed with pop.
Will I ever stop?
Yes and it is when the pain does.
Take me to the bar Hop
Just…because.
Grab a hold of the gun
My hand on the trigger
Never had any fun
Now I am an empty soul, left to linger.
(Hop is an actual bar by where I live; my dad's best friend went there every night. On New Years Eve last year we found out he died. He said he was going to quit drinking, but he went to Hop grabbed some beer and whisky went back to his house and pulled the trigger.)
