In a broken truth

O- n- e

Realizing I hate that I drink to much

Because somewhere
Your happy
And I'm laying on the floor thinking about you.

Wondering were we went wrong,
Wondering if I should call or let my
Heartache heal it's self.

Now I couldn't tell but you
Kept me busy,
Away from the world I tried to
Get away from, by sleeping or drinking or
Running away from reality.

Maybe I did not like that
You were trying to bring me back to reality.
It's sad I know but to me

You were a drug dealer
And maybe more.
But I know for sure I was addicted
And you loved that.

I fell in love with something that
Could never
Truly be mind to keep

And I couldn't tell if you knew that to
Or was that me coming down for the high of your love.

When the bottle is empty that's
When I feel free
More like numb.....

But I realizing hate when I drunk,
Not because I'm a sad drunk
Or that my body begging for water
But because I'm not longer needing
The warm of your mouth in mine
But someway somehow
I still call you after all these
Years