(this obviously is not related to me i just thought of it while I was lsteing to a song)
one to many late nights
one to many bottles of cheap whiskey
one hundred to many thoughts of you
i can't stand the thought of living here without you
you dumped me down
on ethe side of the road
like trash to be picked up on a suny day
i swear I can hear your laugh,
see your smile
i've been this way for a long while
it hurts
i cry
i cant deal with the pain
i cant deal with you being gone
i hate hwo i am
but here i sit
under the moon
drinking yet another bottle
talking bout my problems sluring my words
i'll tell you what
I'm losing control
im losing my mind
while i sit
and think
about you and me
and all we could be
the sparks we could create
the beauty we'd make
but I'll just have to face it
your gone
i wasn't prettier than her
skinnier than her
or smarter than her
