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Oh yes! You have tonight, you can be free.
Clasp tight to your prize, your liquid release.
Take this gift of happiness, embrace oblivion.
Dull out the hurt. I offer you peace.
What a fantastic time we will have together.
Don't you feel amazing, don't you want more?
Such an adorable lush you are. Such fun.
Black out the future, drown what came before.
These are the promises.
These are the lies.
These are the reasons.
For haunted red eyes.
This is not freedom. The cage door slams.
Shattered morning. Begging, crying, for release.
Destruction of body, tearing of mind.
Hazy hurting, never a whisper of peace.
Fun spirals into tears, into anger, regret.
Acted a fool. Caused such pain, feel such shame.
Disgusting beast, grasping for more.
Forgetting 'never again' always ends the same
But still she whispers.
Cruel clinging mistress.
She is who I am.
I am hers to posses.
We can share a little time my sweet.
Who are you anyway? without me?
We can dwell together from time to time.
It will be different now. You will see.
Look how everyone is my good friend.
Why should only you miss out?
You were broken then, you are better now.
Live a little and banish doubt.
These are the promises.
These are the lies.
Such pretty stories.
Such deceptive disguise.
Demanding my attention all of the time.
Losing sight of what is her, what is me.
Broken, broke, lost, terrified, alone.
It is never different. Never. Now I see.
A new low revealed every broken dawn.
STOP! STOP! STOP! GET OUT!
You are the one who breaks me.
You are the weaver of self doubt.
But still she whispers.
Still she tries.
Her only power.
Is in her lies.
Truth is in the sweating shaking wreck.
The broken lives and loves, the pain.
The pounding head, the forever lost days.
The wretched self loathing rising again.
Though she still whispers.
I see right through.
You hold no truth.
I am not you.
But still she whispers.
…........
perhaps go urge surfing
you don't need a wave
there is always an answer
if you post when you crave
Tip out the tipple
Tarry here for a while
Share ups and downs
The tears and a smile
Ride a sober weekend bus
Seek out the great Dee
He will thank you most often
And tell you he's free
Pet the wolf gently
He will add to your plan
Ask anyone here
They will tell you, You Can
Now we aren't too shabby
For a better life we strive
A free owl can say
600 days, still alive
Troy has his walls up
But there is nothing to fear
If its a Greek with a horsey
Maybe steer clear
The true art of friendship
Lies in these threads
Standing together
Facing all dreads
We are not locked in cages
We all have the key
We just have to grasp it
Open eyes, see
So lets grab some ice cream
Or take a long run
Bringing back our bicycle
Perhaps for some fun
Sink into a hot bath
Or even meditate
Dig out a new book
Or a sober first date
Perhaps go urge surfing
You don't need a wave*
There is always an answer
If you post when you crave
No thank you kind Sir
I do not want a drink
I have sober recovery
And learned how to think
That tricky old voice
That soul of addiction
Is worn down now
Into a state of attrition
No more wasting money
Or lies to cashiers
Here is to many
Great sober years
I leave you with this
They do really mean
That little advice
About the ice cream
Clasp tight to your prize, your liquid release.
Take this gift of happiness, embrace oblivion.
Dull out the hurt. I offer you peace.
What a fantastic time we will have together.
Don't you feel amazing, don't you want more?
Such an adorable lush you are. Such fun.
Black out the future, drown what came before.
These are the promises.
These are the lies.
These are the reasons.
For haunted red eyes.
This is not freedom. The cage door slams.
Shattered morning. Begging, crying, for release.
Destruction of body, tearing of mind.
Hazy hurting, never a whisper of peace.
Fun spirals into tears, into anger, regret.
Acted a fool. Caused such pain, feel such shame.
Disgusting beast, grasping for more.
Forgetting 'never again' always ends the same
But still she whispers.
Cruel clinging mistress.
She is who I am.
I am hers to posses.
We can share a little time my sweet.
Who are you anyway? without me?
We can dwell together from time to time.
It will be different now. You will see.
Look how everyone is my good friend.
Why should only you miss out?
You were broken then, you are better now.
Live a little and banish doubt.
These are the promises.
These are the lies.
Such pretty stories.
Such deceptive disguise.
Demanding my attention all of the time.
Losing sight of what is her, what is me.
Broken, broke, lost, terrified, alone.
It is never different. Never. Now I see.
A new low revealed every broken dawn.
STOP! STOP! STOP! GET OUT!
You are the one who breaks me.
You are the weaver of self doubt.
But still she whispers.
Still she tries.
Her only power.
Is in her lies.
Truth is in the sweating shaking wreck.
The broken lives and loves, the pain.
The pounding head, the forever lost days.
The wretched self loathing rising again.
Though she still whispers.
I see right through.
You hold no truth.
I am not you.
But still she whispers.
…........
perhaps go urge surfing
you don't need a wave
there is always an answer
if you post when you crave
Tip out the tipple
Tarry here for a while
Share ups and downs
The tears and a smile
Ride a sober weekend bus
Seek out the great Dee
He will thank you most often
And tell you he's free
Pet the wolf gently
He will add to your plan
Ask anyone here
They will tell you, You Can
Now we aren't too shabby
For a better life we strive
A free owl can say
600 days, still alive
Troy has his walls up
But there is nothing to fear
If its a Greek with a horsey
Maybe steer clear
The true art of friendship
Lies in these threads
Standing together
Facing all dreads
We are not locked in cages
We all have the key
We just have to grasp it
Open eyes, see
So lets grab some ice cream
Or take a long run
Bringing back our bicycle
Perhaps for some fun
Sink into a hot bath
Or even meditate
Dig out a new book
Or a sober first date
Perhaps go urge surfing
You don't need a wave*
There is always an answer
If you post when you crave
No thank you kind Sir
I do not want a drink
I have sober recovery
And learned how to think
That tricky old voice
That soul of addiction
Is worn down now
Into a state of attrition
No more wasting money
Or lies to cashiers
Here is to many
Great sober years
I leave you with this
They do really mean
That little advice
About the ice cream
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