I don't want to be another **** being tossed in the wind, yet I watch for the harsh winded souled to join... It's my loss, but I'm tricked to think that I have gained triumph, once again I fall into there traps, not knowing that while I was beig brain washed by alcohol, I was being taken over by dark spirits... So now I weakly crawl back to the father barley catching my breath, knowing I'm covered with shame such like a blanket threaded with lose... But once again he welcomes me back in to his loving arms.... To someone once fallen and captured..