Vodka, Gin, Alchol.
Glass by glass
i drink. I love him.
But does he feel the same.
Constantly hammered.
Waking up with a hangover.
A spliting headache.
But i wouldn't if i knew
He was there when i wake up.
I hate the way
, I have to prove myself to you.
But ill do anything.
I hate you.I love you.
These constant feelings i feel.
I hate being caught in bad relationship.
But it is all to much. If i let you go
. And stand up to you. You'll leave.
And i'll be lost. But if it was you,
Would you stand for it.
You wouldn't.
So why do you do this to me?

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