There was once a time I used to drink plenty of beer, every day, every month, and many of year.

Sitting there drinking, getting out of my head, then after a few more, I’d stumble to bed.

Waking in the morning, cough, cough, cough, my head is banging, my hands are shaking and my mouth is like a troth.

Walking downstairs at half past nine, taking another day off; it will be fine.

Drinking coffee to try and get straight, then all of a sudden, you remember last night.

Checking my phone and checking my text, happy with the first one but regretting the next.

Oh my god, I’ve done it again; I’ve brought on more trouble, I’ve brought on more pain.

Thinking, thinking, not doing much more, I’ve been down this path and this road before.

After a few hours after going back to bed, that time is upon me to get out of my head.

This was my life for many, many years, and all it’s brought me is sorrow and tears, struggle and strife; it’s even robbed me of a wife.