Left with an empty space that was meant for her.
She's trapped in a place I can't get into,
It's hurts to see, but to her I'm just a blur.
She doesn't see what she puts me through.
She's sucking in the cancer, won't let it go.
Poison in the cool-aid, her soul recks of death.
She's cold, and bitter, and she's letting it show.
I'm walking on eggs shells, and holding my breathe.
Her venomous words hold me under a spell.
I want to make her love me, but I don't know how?
Are the lies the disease? Either way she's unwell.
They tell me she's too far gone to change now.
Choosing lovers to torture, left the babies home crying.
Been absent too long, babies grown up, and moved on.
She's looking for a cash out, says she is dying.
All they remember is pain of her always gone.
One last cry out for her next hit.
She's got nothing left, everyone else to blame.
Hold out my hand, if it isn't money, she won't take it.
So much potential, such a wreck now, such a shame.
All we can do now is pray.
Can't keep living this way.
The angels are grieving,
As the demons comes creeping.
