I'm sitting on the floor, with a bottle in my hand,
I stare at my scars trying to understand,
Why did things have to turn out this way,
Why did you have to hurt me that day.
I still think about those words that you said,
I wake up in the morning with you in my head,
I read things over and I feel so confused,
Why did I have to be the one that got used?
As I grip the blade, my eyes start to tear,
I really wish I could have you here,
The pain of the knife, cuts so deep,
The ache in my heart, doesn't help me sleep.
The blood dripping down, is it for the final time?
I hear whispers, i think I'm losing my mind,
I grab another bottle and down it goes,
Another night hiding things that nobody else knows.
It doesn't make sence, the feelings that I get,
Sometimes I just wish that I could forget,
I keep going over the words in my head,
Sometimes they make me, wish that I were dead.
But what can I do? He doesn't even know,
That for some reason I can't let him go.
I drink to ease the pain, of knowing he can't be mine,
I wish he knew that I was so far past the line.
My eyes well up with tears when I think of his face,
I lie in bed thinking of his embrace.
The pain from the blade, helps me forget,
Sometimes I think, he's the only one I will regret.
I'm done with this, I am trying to let go,
I am going to refuse to let my feelings for him grow,
I'll spend my nights drinking, until my last drop,
And then he will be the one I simply forgot.
