One more time

I pick my pipe up one more time , saying in my head this is the last time , the last hit the last ounce. your ruining you life you tell me as i am laying on the floor. why have you stayed by my side , been my friend even loved me.

my eyes are not dry anymore, i always end up in your arms saying I'm sorry. you tell me its easy to quit , its not its a need, its how i make it by. you seem to share my pain more than you are suppose to , always saying its OK but in reality i know its not. you have kept me strong made my life work, i don't know how to thank you , all i can do is tell you i love you.

i don't want you to be the one to find me on the floor breathless. but how do i avoid this quitting is to hard but loving you is so easy comes almost instantly. i finally hurt enough my head my wrists cannot take it anymore

all i want you to know is that i loved you an you wont have to see me on the floor. all i want you to do is walk by my coffin with out a tear in your eye an say i never loved you