Where was I when you got this bad?

by Emily   Aug 29, 2007


Everyday, every hour, every minute,
you cross my mind.
Everyday, every hour, every minute,
I love you with all I have.
Everyday, every hour, every minute,
I miss you like there's no tomorrow.
They why is it...
Everyday, every hour, every minute,
you need to get high.
Everyday, every hour, every minute,
you stare blankly into my eyes.
Everyday, every hour, every minute,
I feel inadequate.
But don't worry, I'm aware you're an addict.
So I won't take it personally,
I'll stand by your side,
giving all I have to give.
Accepting you for you, accepting the drugs for what they are,
a spare filler for the happiness I can not bring you.

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