I saw you again
And it brought back all the fear
One shot, two shot
Three beer, four beer
You drank until you were unbearable to be near
With each passing drink
Your intentions were clear
You were consumed by your disease
You'd touch me however you'd please
My blood-curdling screams and pleas became white noise
There was no disputing with you
"Boys will be boys"
You used your disease as a pass to do what you'd want
The sight of your liquor filled me with daunt
The actions of your disease will always seem to haunt.