I travel with you every night,
And yet I fail to understand
your ideas on what is right
You take from humans what is not yours,
But only to outlive your inner wars.
If I drink, I can't go back.
But if I don't?
Will I die?
You forced the bottle to my lips,
and I felt the glass begin to crack.
Oh, god!
I just want to go back!
I would not drink,
It was like my mind was on the brink.
I left it until the last,
when I was fading real fast.
Sam was dying in my arms,
and I drank.
I asked if you were glad,
and you sad "No, what you did was not bad."