Alcohol wasn’t brought about to abuse it,
It was brought about for fun.
She doesn’t see; she just sits there,
Drink, after drink, after drink.
It hurts me, when I can see it coming,
Just by the way she slurs her words.
It hurts me because I love her more than coffee on a cold morning,
She gave me life, now all I see is her drinking to the bottom of another cold can.