I pick up yet another drink.
To drown another memory of you.
But as soon as I do , another one seems to swim right back up.
So here I am, 5 bottles down.
Trying to forget you will be the death of me. Trying to let go felt like the end of me.
Who am I without you?
What have you done to me?Please undo it. Let me live without you.
Or let me die with out you.
Help me let you go pretty boy.... help....
-I wish I didn't miss you this much.