Love is indeed the most tragic form of art.

on sundays, i feel like dying
on mondays, i don't
tuesdays, i feel like crying
wednesdays, my tears just won't

everyone thinks i'm fine
but it's okay, it's not a crime
to think that i am okay
because i seem "happy" everyday

on thursdays, i want to leave
fridays, i stay
saturdays, in vain, i believe
that sunday is far away

You were an alcoholic,
And I was just another bottle.

Maybe you won't break
The next bottle you drink from.

I doubt it, though.
You will drink and break until you wobble.

You are an alcoholic,
And I let myself forget it.