I remember the times I was wasted on alcohol,
and you chose to help me stand up.
I remember we'd always drink tea in the fall,
and you'd make it in my favorite cup.

But then, one morning it was all gone.
You said you were feeling so done,
and you decided to leave by dawn.
That was when the hurt begun

I blamed myself constantly,
saying I never gave you enough.
I should've loved you cautiously.
I shouldn't have acted so *tough.