You're drinking yourself dead,
There's little time left.
You'll never admit to your problems,
And you'll never solve them.
You'll take them to your grave,
Where you'll be laid to stay.
Soon enough,
Again you'll be drunk.
Why do you want to kill yourself?
I'd rather you get help.
You'll be like Aunt Marie,
Dying early.
I can't stay here,
But there's no fear.
I can't stay here mom,
When you wake up, I'll be gone.
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