I can't believe I have another cunting hangover, All I want is a drink to make me feel better. My head is pounding, my stomach is churning, I swear I'll never drink again, but I'm lying. Last night was a blur of shots and beers, Now I'm paying the price with regret and tears. I stumble to the fridge, searching for relief, But all I find is stale beer and leftover beef. I curse myself for not knowing my limits, Now I'm stuck in this cycle of pain and spirits. I promise myself this is the...