again it has me in its grip,
which tightens again with each sip,
for 2 years i was almost free,
but again it has imprisoned me.

it made me who i was back then,
maybe i will become again,
my willpower cracks, and now tis gone,
crossed that line that once was drawn.

i fear there is no going back,
deviated far from the track,
i dont think i can find my way,
im destitute,nae, a castaway.

this is good, i can relate