Hey you're glass looks a little empty shall
I pour you another cups of sorrows?
Hey your glass is pretty full maybe i'll
gulp down you're happiness.
Funny, how you fill my cup and then drink it.
Fill you're own cup and drink mouthfulls of your own sorrows,
a taste of your own medicine for a change?
What happens when that medicine is poison and one drink becomes
ten.
This is when you see the bottom of the glass.
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