Alcohol

I promised myself I wouldn't do it again, yet here I am, Looking at you, and your lips without any gain. Just one more drink and you would hold me, hold me just as stil as I'll be. Should I just give up? I can't help but I feel trapped. Although I love alcohol, I'd chaose you over beer, I believe our end is near. Nothing happened, you just stood there, coldly looking towards me. Why didn't you kiss me tonight, I hoped that you might, but no...