I don't love you like I did yesterday (Frerard)
I wake up on the floor, in the front room, stinking of booze. Patches of tears and alcohol stain the floor with dry puddles. I forgot why I was here...then it hit me. Gerard had walked out. I don't know how long I laid there for, but I knew I couldn't move anyway. I felt paralized. My head hurt like a bitch and I was...