The Reasons I Drink
These are the reasons I drink The reasons I tell everybody I'm fine even though I am not Now, even though I've been busted I don't know where to draw the line 'cause that groove has gotten so deep And here are the reasons I eat Reasons I feel everything so deeply when I'm not medicated And these are the reasons I don't even think I would quit And these are the reasons I can't even see straight, and And these are the ones whom I know it so deeply affects And I am left wondering how I would I function without it Here we are I feel such rapture and my comfort is so strong, oh One more rip I go from one lily pad to another to stay lit, oh Today was a crossroads day, the kind where shame intersects with what should be my joy in moving forward. The kind where it is taking all of my will power to look ahead and fight the demons that I can't identify even with the acknowledgement of those I can. It began late Sunday evening when I sliced a deep gash into my fin...