I keep hitting new lows,
pressed your liquor to my lips,
thinking the buzz would drown out this crippling loneliness.
But I found myself on the bathroom floor,
curled up into a ball,
crying because I realized I'm just a lost cause.
And all I wanted was love,
love that you never gave.
All I got was more bruises to cover,
the burden of all your pain.
And you can say I was unstable
and maybe I am.
But I could've been saved if you just would've given a ****.

Did you think my life was a game?
Did you think I'd always be around?
Do you realize now that I'm gone,
you'll have no one to kick when they're down?
Do you miss my sarcastic comebacks,
my little smirk, the sound of my voice?
And as you stare down at my grave,
I dare you to say,
that I always had a choice.

*I never had a choice.