Bandaid

Oh how I use this substance to cover up pain 

My life will never be same 

The alcohol is like a sedation 

My slurred words in conversation 

A bandaid is what I call it 

No it won’t keep me from falling

This substance takes over my personality 

And tells me to do things I shouldn’t be 

It causes altercations 

And puts me in dangerous situations 

 

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My family
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