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I walked into my friends house, I thought I would sit down and visit awhile,
His breath was stinking, he was drunk he had been drinking,
I started thinking,
I was gonna cry.
All the years of pain I felt,
I felt it all resurface,
Alcohol is a disease,
The Devils curse of curses.
I pleaded with my friend to dump the drink and come with me,
He could have stayed as long as he liked to regain his sobriety.
I could not make him stop, he was not ready to stop, I just waited and watched him drink the drink that made him drop.
I carried him to his couch, I lay him on his stomach, his head left hang over the side, just in case he vomit.
I shut down his lights, I dumped the remaining Beer, I spread the cans out on the table, I picked up his wife's rocking chair.
The pictures of his late wife lay all over the floor,
I stacked them all in a neat pile before I walked out his door.
I can understand how he slipped back into the drink,
I was his old drinking buddy,
The drink it made me sink.