There were so few who knew
That feeling of desperation
Need for that satisfaction
That one last drink
But I'm laying on the brink
The brink of destruction
So desperately needing re-construction
But it never comes
I continue to overflow with that want, that need
While I continue to plead
For that one last drink, one more to satisfy
Quickly realizing that the bottle
Continues to throttle that addiction I have
I don't think I can last
But I'm realizing my past is the problem
For that addiction I have
I drop that bottle to the bottom
I no longer need that satisfaction
Because I am free at last