PROBLEM

I hate to see you drink so

Running around with friends

You know if you keep it up, honey

Your life is going to end

You say it makes you feel good

But what you cannot see,

Is that the more you do it

The more you're hurting me

I try to tell you nicely

I try to be kind

I worry so much about you

I'm going to lose my mind

But that doesn't seem to do anything

It doesn't even help

Your going to  get addicted

And then there's no way out

You go out at night

Whenever you get mad

You say, " I'll show her!"

But it only makes me sad

You find another girl

And together you get blasted

If not for that

We just might have lasted

Everyone knows our problem

It is plain to see

It may not bother you

But it's really hurting me.


Poem Copyright © 1984 SDA

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