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Why do you do it?

No really, tell me –

Why consume something which is killing you just that little bit quicker

Every sip of liquor you take

It must burn

It should burn- all the vile words that come out of your mouth

Ha, I wish.

Tell me, is it really worth that much?

One shot turns into twenty more

but how many shots in life are we supposed to give you?

You are weak, you are bitter and you are not strong

But you’re our only figure, the only representation of what we know.

So when we grow old what do we look to?

Cause I sure as hell want good memories

Not to look at pictures and see all the late nights

Hiding under a duvet, pretending everything’s okay

I don’t want to pretend like I don’t even know you.

I want to help you, we all do

But how can we help someone who doesn’t help themselves

I see sadness in your eyes, but no remorse

So why would someone so selfish deserve sympathy and help

Oh, I’m sorry, we’re blood? There should be no excuses, we’re supposed to care

But it seems as if you forgot what loyalty meant

When you ran off into who, what knows where

So much pain was inflicted over all of these years

Time was supposed to heal us

Bruises fade but memories remain.

We try to forgive but you don’t help anyone to forget.

We’re not animals, we’re not to be under your control

We have feelings and emotions and opinions and a voice.

I am sorry but respect? Please don’t expect anything of that sort

Respect yourself first, then maybe people would respect you –

Lower yourself, lower your voice

Shouting the odds isn’t what’s going to save you

So you sip up, go to your good old friend

You crave for love,

maybe that’s why you replace it with the warmth of cold liquor.

But I’ll tell you something and I’ll tell you it short

Remember how we called out to you

While you’re sitting alone wondering where everyone has gone.