Blunt in my mouth
Ash on the ground
Cant feel anything
Cant hear a sound
The world around me
Has begun to blur
As I hear your voice start to slur
That look in your eyes
That I've always hated
Shows me your intoxicated
I stay up at night
Listening to the fight
In hope that things will turn out alright
These things have scarred me in no other way
I don't know you anymore and that's sad to say.

I can see it in her eyes
when she comes creeping in.
She's been somewhere she promised me
she'd never go again.
She thinks that I won't know it.
She thinks that I can't tell.
She forgets how many times
she's put us through this hell.   
She's sitting right beside me,
but She's not really there.
There mothers slowly dying,
Killing herself without a care.

If it was a year ago today, and you had texted me,
Like you did I would have wanted to try and fix our friendship.
But i’ve come to terms with the fact that we can't.
I cant, i should say, it had always been a one-sided effort.
I used to always  fall into that hole of “hope.”
Hope that we could rebuild things,
Hope that our friendship wasn’t completely over
But I don’t think i can keep falling into that hole because it’s gotten so small i can barely feel the hope anymore.
The feeling now is so small that i don’t want to rebuild, only to crash again.