STOP!
Put that bottle down.
You'll have fun now,
but there will be regret later.
Put that smelly bottle down.
It screams your name and shouts,
"Drink me! I'm fun!"
Maybe it is now, but it won't be in the long run.

Put that bottle down now.
The sick feeling not only in your stomach,
but in my heart as well.
It will stay for a million years to come,
if you continue this daily battle.

Please, please, put the bottle down.
You're as weak as a 25 year old dog.
If you don't stop now,
you know that strong, nasty bottle will overpower you.
And win.

Put down the bottle, this is my last warning.
I'm begging you to listen.
You are a stone-cold vegetable now on that couch.
That glazed, gloomy look on your face
never seems to go away.

Thanks for finally putting down that bottle.
Too bad you dropped it after your last breath.
It's too late now.
You don't know what you have done.
I'm scared. I'm lost.
Despair fills my body from my head to my toes.

Well maybe this bottle will help me cope with my pain.
Maybe it will help me forget my troubles.
Maybe only one tiny sip?
I guess I could just try it once.
I mean, everyone is doing it.

I'll just drink my despair away.