The decision has been made
after digging an early grave
perhaps the feelings will fade
and affections will halt, as I'm no longer brave

It was the alcohol that spoke
puff after puff of smoke
All the words that it had uttered
let your hand, my head, stroke
and oh how I said no
Oh, how I fought it
Respect is something I've tried to learn
it's a lesson though
Who taught it?
Not me
nor will I ever.
be yours?