He put the bottle to his lip,

knowing it won't be his last sip

drinking his way into hell,

hitting the bottom of the well,

Tying the knot that will set him free,

the guilt the shame just won't let him be.

Thought he could leave without a goodbye,

thinking he was about to die.

The noose set, the rope hung.

His life is about to be strung.

He knows he had done wrong,

finding out he wasn't that strong.

He let the demons in,

bringing him to his near end.

He didn't know where to stand,

he was given a second hand.

He hope his kids would understand,

that his life didn't as planned.

Paying for his own mistakes,

he hopes one day to mend the breaks.