You choose to consume this liquid death, with no regard for my heartache
When I choose Dr. Jekyll over Mr. Hyde any day
I can see what will become of you, and try to convince you for your own sake
But you wont hear me out, and one day you’ll pay for acting this way
It’s hard to relate, when you have this addiction
But when you consume your tonic of unholy wretchedness
You leave me broken and damaged, left with inner turmoil and affliction
How can I just stand by and play witness
I have to, want to and need to say something
To keep you around, for more then just a few years
I feel the dart pierce my heart and cause it to sting
I build up my strong wall, to prevent all these unwanted tears
As stubborn as you are, I can’t help but go insane
From all your bad habits, causing me so much pain!
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