How can you be so stone cold?
Your ice glares piece me like a shard of ice.
Words from the drunkard echo through my mind.
Iam a prisoner of my own memory.
The rips within my heart can never mend.
Jack Daniels is your new best friend
those late night drunken spewed out words
cutt like the class that you've smashed
and the dreams you've crushed.
But in the end, maybe im the alcoholic,
taking in every sip of your patron heart
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