I said it all began on December 18th
But if you asked me what it is that began
Right now I couldn't tell you..
And 3 years ago I wrote
"A life spent with you is home
And I don't want to be homesick"
But it hasn't felt like home in so long
And right now
I feel like I'm homeless
To watch the light and the hope leave your eyes
And to watch this empty capsule you call a body
Wither away to nothing
Has quite simply been hell on me
And to sit here helpless
Seeing it all get pissed away
I start to ask God
"What did I do to make you mad"
You were addicted to a pill
And I was addicted to you
But in the battle of selflessness versus selfishness
Nobody wins
And to see you laying there
In a puddle of regret mixed with insecurities
The hardest thing is to turn away
To walk away
And to say:
"I'll never do that again."
"A life with you is home"
... And now I'm homeless
