One of these days, this disease will take you over. You'll finally go from a drunken stupor to secluded sober. I don't know what I fear more, your elegant words of wisdom, or the lies I see between them. "I can stop anytime I like, but that is not today. Now how about you get on your bike and go the **** away." I hoped that you'd listen and I'd hoped you'd see exactly what your doing to this family. I wanted you to change you, not this disease. "Why won't you listen to me? Open up your eyes! Please!" You'll never catch on with your eyes closed. I know that these choices are your own, and I have seen the holes, so let me be a filler. I’m sorry, but if by now you haven't found a cure, open up your heart, I'll be your painkiller.