Cups of tequila,
Sitting by the window,
Thinkin suicidal,
thinkin bout the days when you were sitting in your bridal dress,
Everything about this has me stressed,
It's really hard to get this off my chest,
I just wish you had said yes..
But you never did,
Drinking till I'm sober,
Painting on my wrists,
What about the things you said, remember everything?
Pictured us together, happy, six or seven kids...
Guess it wasn't meant to be..
Wish I could erase this,
All these memories
It hurts to think that now, we're each others' enemies.
The day that I accept you left will be the end of me