Another?
Who is this stranger inside of me,
with every drop and swallow a little bit more of her I see.
She is bold and ******, not like me.
She smiles, laughs and always has company.
Confident and flirtatious in every move,
her words pour softly in something of a melody.

She's alluring and bold, but only in the right moments,
She's funny and sarcastic, but she'll slip away quickly if I...
So, I pour another round.
There she is again, a little warmer now.
Oh, this stranger, if only I could be.
When I'm not with her, I am shy and stumble on my words,
nervous and cautious...
another.

What was I saying?
Oh stranger! How are you so?
Can you give me your secret, oh how you glow!

Finally,
unfortunately,
this stranger has exhausted me.
But I know if I sleep when I awake this stranger will be gone.
She always leaves after the darkness enfolds and I'm left empty with hardly any memory.

I know it's a dangerous game I play, for I've lost many times over and even many day.
I'm addicted to this stranger, but I try to keep her a secret.
Everyone who knows, wants me to beat it.
What a mess her and I have made, but I can't stop this charade.


Another.
Now she must go as I can't control this darkness sweeping me over,
the darkness I must bare.
I've visited here before,
now it's not fun anymore and the consequence unfair.
But the next chance I get, I'll pick up a glass and meet her again.
Why must it be a battle, if this stranger is a part of me, I'll never win.