Time and time again I fall for promises that are always broken For what is your word if not but a token Of lies, deceit, and stress paid for with the price of my heart With a broken home and a family torn apart For your selfishness and your want for one more drink I wanna to slap some sense in you “wake up and think!” Just with the look of the bottle I want to throw it right at your face Wishing then it would make u find the place A place in your head to see all that u could lose But you do know and still you choose The alcohol, the...