The times I get home from work

Head to the kitchen to pop the cork

Don’t grab dinner, no knife, no fork

Open the fridge to take out a beer

Sit in the chair and think of this year

Beer number 1 is gone in 5 minutes

Beer number 2 haven’t reached the limit

Beer number 12 now I’m crying

Hard liquor next there’s thoughts of dying

Family left because of the alcohol

Depression setting in should I end it all

Words look into heart and the soul

Friends leave you, he’s a drunk less than whole

The pressures of the world leave you in a hole

Alcoholism and isolation is the end result

No one to turn to, have to be a man and figure it out

Found dead in his house, choked on a 40 ounce