So today I am speechless and hurt.
I thank you, my friend... the extrovert.
I'm more messed up than you know,
and you told me to grow?!
Really you apparently know my life piece by piece?

I invited you to my pity party,
gladly you accepted trying to be a smarty,
a past friend and now a stranger,
I should have known I might be in danger.
People change but I won't.

I'm not a victim of the circumstances,
I'm a survivor of the past who advances.
I no longer know you and you never knew me,
so it's obvious you should set me free.
**Old friends are just as outdated as old calendars obviously.

Tonight I'm dying again (drinking),
but my best friend is here (liquor),
all my friends forgot about me but not HIM!
Of course He's my best kept secret,
Secrets are always the best when two people know them.

I need to relax He's there,
I need to party and He's always available,
I want to drown sorrow and You have the antidote,
I feel lonely and You're there somehow?!
My best friend and worst enemy.

My father drowned at the bottle,
my mom dealt with HIM with the orange bottle (HER),
I ran from both and ran into both HER and HIM,
therefore, I will die from both or survive them both.
At my lowest... I rise!

I died today and went to Hell,
I was destined for this place, oh well!
I loved the people there,
we all got along even if there wasn't a prayer,
Not a Prayer for him or her or it.

At least I felt the pain tonight,
the thorns of love made me write...
I feel my heart pours out emotions too deep to consider,
in the past I'd sell my emotions to the highest bidder.
Beauty and insanity go well together but all is overlooked.

Yet I'm weakest when I love anything or* anyone,
it gives me purpose even when I have *none,
I care for it, them or* myself,
It's crazy thinking I never cared to love myself left on a *shelf...
Somewhere in the past like an old, outdated book I'm lost forever.