Aug. 1, 2011
I never know where to start,
But the endings always the same.
I dont feel like im good enough,
and I want this feeling to go away.
That bottle you picked up ruined me,
And what we could have been.
But the truth is it will always come back around,
It’s a cycle that never ends.
So early this morning when your sitting alone,
sipping whatever you can find,
I hope when you think that it’s worth it.
I hope you sleep just fine.
Because It’s been weeks now,
And unfortunately my morals are dead.
I’m drinking to forget the pain,
and bringing random dudes in my bed.
But what I’ll never say is I miss you,
Every single fucking day.
I would do anything to come home,
I would do anything to have you stay.
But your selfish, and your heartless.
And your wasting your best days,
One day you wont waste mine,
Ill learn to not make this mistake.