you found alcohol
and a list full of reasons why i am so awful
but you that i never felt so fucking small
i've learned to work with what i've got and crawl
back to what i thought i was
the trees shed their leaves
in front of what used to be
a home, but now that i'm alone
i've never felt so cold or uncomfortable
you found friends
the kind that you know are only looking for sex
on the weekends
and they take cheap pictures with disposable cameras
that will be replaced sooner then us.
the spark we made turned into a fire
and it burned down everything and left me as a liar
and now i'm left with this map full of holes
i've never felt so alone
and a list full of fake friends that you will never see again
will quickly show you what i mean by "it's not me, its them"
i've lost hope
in learning how to cope.