8 and a half years,Had a problem withtoo many beers,The heart and misery,Just being too much,The nights were cold,and i couldn’t adjust,Talking with johnwhom i mentioned before,There was only 1 bed,So i slept on the floor,Not Just tonight,But many times before,I wound up the streets,Dreaming for the floor,Puking and shaking,Its an everyday event,Dirty clothes and stinking,Got too be quite evident..Seeming to me,And not to be a fool,Why beer and wine,Wasn’t too cool..To each his own,But that night i thought,Why me, why me,I’m living too dam distrout..It went on for years,The same ole shit,I’d slave myself out,Just for a hit..My life flying by,as the years went quick,I’ve mostly cried and beggedGoing down the fking pit..The life i used to live,I changed it around,Now once in a whileIm even the talk of the town..So u see as it was up to me,Drinking is hardand causes insanity..U must go it alone,But not too close,Inside us all,We have old story ghosts,