I'm tired of his bullshit
I'm tired of his lies
I want to move on with my life
But I can't bring myself to rise
From this low point I've reached
I can't get up
In this weak state of mind
I go to fill this cup
With the drinks that kill
With links to my past
That one sweet escape
Just hoping it will last
Because those links
Often pass too fast
And we are left with the shell
Of what they used to be
That hollow empty shell
That used to be me