On and on I drank
I drank so I wouldn't speak
Farther and farther down I sank
An act of a coward, relief for the weak.
My troubled mind refused to let me be
So on and on I drank
More of that Kentucky Bourbon for me.
“I didn’t want to do it, Becca. You should know that I didn’t. But you left me no choice. I had to do it. Don’t you see that?” He advanced on her, a knife shining in his hand. He was backing her up the stairs into the small, single room. She looked into the face of her old friend and saw no trace of that boy she once knew. She only saw the look of a madman.
“Why should he get to have you? What could he possibly have done to deserve you? What have I not done to have you? It’s not fair, Becca, it’s not. I just wanted you. And only you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted and you an