The Life Of A Fallin Rose
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  I hate the way you drink, the way it changes how you think. How sudden you change, your voice and words rearrange. You stop speaking to me, just talking at me. Never mean but always hidden behind some past phantom screen. If you'd just stop at two or three I know you'd find, that really is just enough to unwind.  
   I hate the way you drink, how it's the only time your completely open but never remember how or why. You always hint around at the question you want to ask, I always know and have your answer. I know when you drink you are making bad choices and trying to hide it from me. 
  I hate the way you drink, you constantly speak of the past, this repeating line even I can now repeat on a dime. It's like your trying to scare me and get confused that I just stare it down. Why must you look back instead of just moving forward with me?
  I hate the way you drink, the way your words slur together then you get upset when I can't understand what you're saying. The way your emotions and thoughts blur sending my mind into a tailspin trying to keep up and understand.
  I hate the way you drink, that's the only time I have doubts and step back. It's the only time I don't bother to say what I think, it doesn't matter anyway because of the way you drink.

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