It's a blur

Eyes open, I can just about focus,

Acid bitter taste in my mouth.

Why did I do it again? Why? Why? 

Oh I wish I could say bye bye to the poison that gives me my high. 

Each day need more and more to fulfil my warm, fuzzy feeling, 

It is always so appealing.

I love it. I hate it. 

I convince myself I like the taste, when all it does is erase and fatten my waist.

Rose, white or red, 

The need is completely in my head.

I feel disappointment and regret, and it bloody increases the sweats.

It is the devil, but it somehow keeps me level.

Tomorrow I will give it up,

No more "Bottoms up"

I need to love myself for the sake of my health.

Smash the bottle, stop talking twaddle,

Let my intelligence shine and get rid of that damn wine.