Maybe it's my fate to be all alone.
At least i'm getting better at standing on my own.
The memories of your ghost still creep by swaying me to try.
But i still feel as though i'm at the bottom trying not to cry.
Maybe i was never worth saving.
And now i'm left going back to the cravings,
Of liquor soaked dreams, and sad melodies.
So as the days continue to pass, i'll try to make it one more day and not let this breathe be my last.