Whiskey in one hand and that stench of cocaine on your breath, you beg for me to put your temper to the test…? You slap me around and call me names. I’m sick to death of playing your fucking games.
One day it’s going to end up getting worse. It hurts me how you yell at me and curse. Stop it, before it’s too late. Can’t you see this is no longer my fate.
I used to care. I used to be there. Now, you’ve gone away. So, please stop this today, these bruises and hits and temperamental fits. All is causing me ache. Yet, I’m not the one to blame.
You’re drinking away what’s left of you, it’s hurting me, and you’re hurting me, too. I’ve cried, I’ve begged. What more can I do? I’ve tried to help and I’ve tried to still love you.
It’s hard when I’m only neglected and abused when all I ever wanted was to be, accepted by you. I know I’m not perfect, but look at you now. You have got to stop this ALL somehow.
You’ve beaten me down once more, my heart’s broken, and I’m lying on the floor. How much more of this can I take? Please God, give me a fucking break!
You brought me into this life of your drugs. And you cause me all this conflict. Are you going to take me out of this world, too? Please! Stop! Before that really comes true.
I’ve looked upon your face. Seen the sadness in your eyes. The battle of addiction, you no longer can disguise.
I’ve prayed to find the answers, of what I myself must do. I’ve prayed for the strength to fight, through the hell that you put me through.
I’ve held on for so long, but I can no longer watch you die. I cannot fight this for you, but lords knows how I’ve tried.
It’s just so hard to watch the ones you love, slowly slipping away. That’s why I just try to block it out, and hold on to yesterday.
I don’t have all the answers, or the power to save your soul. You’re broken, lost and lonely.
I cannot make you whole.