Problem

I Hate The Fact That You've Changed
And That You're Never There.
You Think That I Accept It,
So You Never Really Cared.
But Can't You See It's Hurting Me?
Speaking Words Not Sober.
You Pick It Up, Once Again
When I Think It's Finally Over.
The Bottle Clenched In Your Hand
And You'll Never Let It Go.
No Matter How Much It Hurts Inside,
I Will Not Let It Show.
You Say The Things That You Shouldn't
And That Make Me Want To Die.
And Then You Wonder Why I Feel
The Need For Suicide.
You Tell Me That It's All An Act
Just To Receive Attention,
But I Wouldn't Really Need It
If You Gave Me Your Affection.
If You Talked To Me When Things Got Rough
Instead Of That D**n Bottle,
I Wouldn't Be In This State I'm In
And Wouldn't Have This Problem..