Battle of Bottles

The drugs are the only thing keeping me stable.

Tears keep falling and clouds are rolling.

My music blaring and my head a-pounding.

Nothing left to keep me sane.

Downing another bottle, just for the fame.

Popping a few more than I probably should.

The nights are long, all night crying.

Silently screaming, it's getting real tempting.

Just a few more and another clean bottle.

It's me that's the problem, it's not a disease.

Don't tell me to fight it, I'm done with this battle.

Pass me the bottle, forget all the lids.

I'm done playing games, now, just do it you kid.

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*knock knock knock*

Hello?

Answer the door.

*knock knock knock*

Anyone there?