When will you admit you like the drink.
When will your crave be quenched.
Love of the bottle brings you down
and breaks the hearts of all around.
When will you look into the glass and see
what it has done.
For without a will to find the light
the battle won't be won.
Put down the glass and see those saddened stares
of the little children in your life.
The one's that really care.
You have to look inwardly and open up your heart
for you don't want this torment to split our love apart.
I will guide you down this rocky road
I'll lead you by the hand.
For I am here to help you know,
I really understand.