alcohol abuse killing me
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Never forget those terrible things he did
those terrible things he said
the things that made yu cry in bed
praying to only see red
the blood dripping down your wrists
oh alice what will we do with you
I'm tired of his bullshit
I'm tired of his lies
I want to move on with my life
But I can't bring myself to rise
From this low point I've reached
I can't get up
In this weak state of mind
