I guess I wasn't enough,
But I don't blame you for wanting more,
I would too,

But I would have gave you the world,
My last breath,
The clothes off my back,
Instead I didn't get the chance,

I dont hate you,
It's not your fault that i fell fast,
Or your fault that I started to crave your attention,

I'm sorry that was the people please in me,
It is your ******* fault,
It's your fault that you make me feel special driving to see me late at night,
Or the way you would make me feel love by a glance,
Or the way I would get butterflies when you put you hand on my lap,
It is your fault,

It's your fault that you made me fall in love with you,
You Made me start to picture what our future would look like,
**** man I gave you my heart,

But who would want damaged goods right,
Occasionally they have uses, and I guess you got your uses out of me,

But I still don't hate you,
I miss you, so I'll continue to wonder where I went wrong,
I know theses no second chance,
So instead I'll look at old photos and smile at the moments we spent together,
I'll look at the sunrise and see If I can find your eyes in them,
I'll look for your car in the streets
And I'll order your favourite drink a smile when I take the first sip,

Just as a reminder that once upon a time there was a chance for a future together,

I never thought I would be addicted to the same substance that killed my mother,
I mean I know all the signs to look out for,
The mid day naps,
The confusion,
The emotional change,
The unemployment,
Then again it was rare to see her sober,
The mother I know was the worse version of herself,
I refused to believe I had the same problem because I thought these was the signs to look out for,
I didn’t have these signs,
My signs was different,
Sadness,
Loneliness,
Depression,
It took me a while to figure out that there isn’t any signs to the addiction,
It’s differs from person to person,
There is somethings they all have in common,
These all in a haze consumed and control by the substance,
Refusing to believe it dose nothing but make us better,
After 3 years of being controlled by these substances and believe they was helping me cope with my past,
I broke free,
They wasn’t helping me they were delaying my healing process and making me think I would be nothing with out them,
Mind over matter,
I might of have the same addiction as my mother but the one thing our addiction didn’t have in commons is,
I beat mine,
Before it beat me.