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Drunken nights, exhausted fights,
tired eyes and broken lights.
Don't you get it?
How many filled graves will it take?
Try to control yourself, for their sake.
Those people that died,
that cheated and lied,
from a starving addiction that won out,
this can't be what's the world about.
Alcohol, drugs, sex, lust and greed
are words tossed around, disguised as just needs.
I assure you, my friend,
this joke has to end.
Happiness does not come from a drink,
it comes from something deeper, love is the link.
So stop and think,
before you take that last swig,
or you risk the chance that it's your grave they'll dig.