mr relapse
Sitting here daydreaming
All the time my brain is…
Scheming, scheming, scheming.
Even given all I know
My brain just wants
Another go, another go
Consequences do not deter me now
It won't hurt, here's how
Nothing can stop this train
My addled alcoholic brain
Perhaps I will die
Or go insane
Lets roll the dice
Play the game
It's not my fault
I am a product
Of the system
Anyway – this time
It will be different
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