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 SDAPhoto Unknown
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