When you’re feeling low…
and you feel like you’ve got nowhere to go
… that sick feeling is all I feel
as my head begins to reel
My vision starts to blur
as I walk along the empty room and cause the lifeless curtains to stir
Angrily, I think, “I should just leave…”
as I dry my hot tears on my already soaked sleeve.
Well it seems that I will always be the one committing the mistake,
but this failure is more than I can take!
You continue to ignore my reasoning…
Why aren’t you listening to my desperate pleading?
What did I do to deserve this rejection?
When did I ever give you the impression of having fake affection?
Can you read my mind?
I don’t recall ever thinking that I place others above you in importance
Or are you just blind?
To have “seen” me put you in such a demeaning accordance
If you really are a mind reader, then, ‘Bravo’ I applaud you
but you need to work on your “ability” because I would never renounce you
Am I really that awful,
so awful enough to cause you to turn to the bottle?
Am I really that cold and unloving,
that even the liquor is more comforting?
Am I really that irrelevant and forgotten,
that even the thought of me has become so rotten?
Am I really that worthless,
that you wouldn’t mind cleaning up the mess?
The blood… the stain… the tears,
…the remnants of these misunderstood years?