Once apon a time i had a bestfriend
someone i run to on whoi depend
one day she decide i wast enough
now she is week whe once she was tough
i was replaced by a bottle a bottle of booze
never n my life did i think iwould loose
i was mostly a winner in what id do
but for some odd reason im a loser with you
one day your here the next day your not
every time you say your done in a lie you get caught
best friends dont give up they never leave
by now you should know youve been decived
the bottle is callingwhen yo wake up
all durring the day when is enough
you stumble you slur
is there even a cure
everytime morning and migh your on my mind
do u even consider thease fellings mie
every time you think you thinkof your mom
but your just the same and soon too will be gone
my younger years were great iblocked out the shit
but now you litterly make me sick
im waiting for the day for better or worse
when youll be heald on day or deal with your alcoholic curse
the balls in yor court it has been for sometime
when my friends talk about there wornderfull moms i wish i could talk about mine
it seems ive been forgotten
the fruits of our lives are bruised and rotten
ive done what i can and im physically drained
why cant you understand my pain
mom now its time to choose
its me or the booze
ad i thinki will loose