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The Alcoholic
Uneducated
People who pass judgement on subjects they don't understand
Untaught Ignorance
Are two words that go hand in hand..
Just two words that compliment people on their uninformed views..
Thinking the life that they lead
Is the life that they choose..
But people don't choose to live life this way
Most of the time they hope and they prey
To rid this disease that plagues them,
But the illness controls them..
Why would any sane person choose to drink
To a point where there unable to talk,
Walk or think..
Leaving a trail of devastation in their path
Which hasn't yet become a reality.
A reality that only becomes clear when the effects starts to ease,
And the path that is left
caused by the indescribable side effects
of this disease.
Looking back through a trail of haze and destruction
Piecing together events
Events that form no recollection.
And as the head starts to clear
the pain begins to retract
We move on
striving forward
No more looking back
It's over
Normality now only a touching distance away.
And this is where we struggle.
The dusts not yet settled
The pain and suffering still in the forefront of our mind,
But the only thing in yours is one more drink
One last time.
And so it goes on..
The continuous cycle of events,
And no matter what you've been though
Or put others through,
You don't stop,
You can't stop.
A disease I'll never understand,
Torment
And sadness
Two words to describe it
Together hand in hand.
People who pass judgement on subjects they don't understand
Untaught Ignorance
Are two words that go hand in hand..
Just two words that compliment people on their uninformed views..
Thinking the life that they lead
Is the life that they choose..
But people don't choose to live life this way
Most of the time they hope and they prey
To rid this disease that plagues them,
But the illness controls them..
Why would any sane person choose to drink
To a point where there unable to talk,
Walk or think..
Leaving a trail of devastation in their path
Which hasn't yet become a reality.
A reality that only becomes clear when the effects starts to ease,
And the path that is left
caused by the indescribable side effects
of this disease.
Looking back through a trail of haze and destruction
Piecing together events
Events that form no recollection.
And as the head starts to clear
the pain begins to retract
We move on
striving forward
No more looking back
It's over
Normality now only a touching distance away.
And this is where we struggle.
The dusts not yet settled
The pain and suffering still in the forefront of our mind,
But the only thing in yours is one more drink
One last time.
And so it goes on..
The continuous cycle of events,
And no matter what you've been though
Or put others through,
You don't stop,
You can't stop.
A disease I'll never understand,
Torment
And sadness
Two words to describe it
Together hand in hand.
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