Painful history

To much regret
Too little life
No hope
lungs tight, wonder "why fight?"
Before my eyes my world was gunned down
I couldn't stop but three of them
But it only took one to the head to stop her
Knees weak
Wish my addiction would have never reached this point
I brought her into my smoke filled world
And now her blood is on my hands....
This is nothing more than another chapter in my Painful History
Memory is stronger now than ever
My hate has swallowed me and is all anyone can see
I have become my very own curse