You come to me to cry, to hate, to scream your pain and anger, I sit, listening quietly, watching, once you are done I work my magic, easing your pain with my special creations, you lose the anger, the pain, and you smile, but others disagree, they beg you to stop, not to spend time with me, they are wrong, you should stay with me. Whats wrong with one more sip? You are not an alcoholic right? You just need a little more...
