Thursday, September 3, 2015

When Life Got a Little Too Good for Her and Her Vices.

It's gonna be bad. 
And my wine glass can't stay full enough and my pain doesn't cut deep enough. 
And it hurts just as much as all the pain I've ever experienced. 
And I know I'm giving up before I even try. 
But it's because I know that pretty smile.
You deal with demons by yourself. 
No way in hell you're trying to take on mine. 
I can't not give myself a hard time. 
I know my worth and I figured yours out too. 
I mean what you mean to me is much more than you can know. 
I pray that you don't up and leave me. 
But I'm helping you out the door as soon as you really see me.
I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry baby. 

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