Let me have just one drink

to take it all away

to forget, to dream, to smile,

just one drink today. 

To feel like I'm a somebody,

to feel like I belong,

and here is another one

to make me feel strong.

Just one to take the edge off

that's all she wanted at first

but one turned into many,

and one could not end her thirst.

So more and more and drank

until she wasn't even real,

until she was like a zombie

running in a mice's wheel

Running off energy

she didn't have.

Making herself believe

it wasn't bad.

Random acts in the car,

the park, the trees...

the middle of nowhere

with some guy she'd just met,

and still she said she wasn't done drinking yet.

She never stopped drinking the entire night,

until the first ray

of the suns light.

But by then she'd hit rock bottom,

not the top,

and the grave digger digs her grave,

since now it's too late to stop.