When I awake from drunken slumber upon my hand a unknown number, as I cast my memory back no it's no good it's all gone black. As I lift myself from my pit I glance  in the mirror two black eyes and smashed up lips did I get jumped or was I acting a ****. When I get drunk I can hardly see so you probably know more about last night than me. My brain cells are dying at a alarming rate but my body is saying it's not to late.  Now it's time the shakes take hold starting to sweat then going cold, the panic attack makes me stumble and start to fall smash my head against the wall. At times like this I feel really rough I tell u what I have had enough. Looking thru red red eyes all the heartaches and lies if I would have known from the start that alcohol eats away at your heart, clouds your brain and stops your start. Would I change it if I could yes yes yes I would.