Is there something about me
That drives men to drink?
I know that's not true
But it does make you think
I feel it's my fault
What I want does not matter
I believe in the lies
That they'll stop and get better
In the daytime so pleasant
We're having great fun
In the evening so angry
Scared to set off the gun
I watch him doze into his slumber
Do. not. wake. him. up
Beer spilling onto the carpet
Quickly, straighten his cup!
Still,
I can't say that I blame him
The days are bleak
And they're dim
But it won't help you through and it won't make you happy
That. is. just. a. myth
Though the actions of others I cannot control
I can what I put up with
© Iris Overdijk 2025
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