Being Used

So many thoughts
so hard to control
i guess drinking whiskey
has really done its toll

i take another shot
slam another drink
slowly I'm falling
into misery, i sink

killing myself slowly
with these thoughts unsure
I've lost everything i am
no longer am i pure

he stole who i was
one drunken night
i never said no
nor did i fight

tears slowly fall now
empty and alone
thought i had loyal friends
but their true self has shown

brave, i am no longer
strong, i am weak
death haunts me quietly
into my thoughts he peaks

i smoke another cigarette
i down another shot
slowly i take away
everything I've got

pissed of and lonely
sad and confused
i guess it all was true
when they said i was being used