when there's trust, there is love,
but i lost all the above,
drowned you out like a bug,
now my heart,
never yours to disrupt

if you see me, i am scared,
when you don't, i appear,
but an empty room, i'll also fear,
my thoughts of self, can't help but care

waste me away,
i'm away when you think,
i can't stay when i drink,
i see shadows and freak,
out when love is too deep,
i black out just to sleep,
but my soul you can keep.
both my parents, they weep,
haven't called in six weeks.
but im gone when i drink,
i love you when i drink,
not myself when i drink,
where's my life when i drink,
where's my heart when i drink,
i'm so sorry i drink.

they dont love me at all,
it's no wonder why so,
and the less i get back,
means the less that i show.
it's been said many times,
many ways from our throats:
its the love that we lost,
that we passionately hold.
and we shuffle through seasons,
then suffer the cold.
we live 25 years feeling 40 years old,
built on longing and pain,
and the lies that we're told.
but this rant has gone on,
and my passion will fold.
but don't pity me
comfort me,
leave me alone.
cause the person i've been,
are the faults of my own.