Why did God give me to you?
If for no other reason then,
To rip my heart out again?
This seems to happen to me,
Over,
And over,
And over
Again
Do you find no pleasure in
The past you have given me,
The pain you have caused me?
Yet still you feel the need to destroy,
Not my life, for you‘ve kept that around far to long,
But the things I want,
You rip them out of my hands
And toss them far out of my reach,
I’m tired of fighting,
I’m tired of complaining,
I like the complacent of happiness,
But this you never seem to give it to me for long.
If you take this away from me now,
You understand its back to the bottle,
And the fire to my lips

You understand, don’t you?
Now leave me alone.