Why couldn’t you love
Why couldn’t you love me?
I couldn’t even ask you to.
Yet relentless is the love I want to
shower you with, a soul I’m
connected to through an
imaginary meeting… a smile I wish I could
remember.
A dark little secret that cloaked my mind…
and my skin, an open book to all who could see.
You left me exposed to chance, a life only
fate could decide.
The only thing you taught me was how
to conceal the bruises. You didn’t
save me. You didn’t ask.
Now I’m a slave to the bottle, my life
guarded by ring of smoke.
My lungs full of regret and wishes,
it’s hard to breath and even harder to speak.
Praying to a God that won’t answer my prayers,
when he can’t even hear me.
So read this close, give me no sympathy.
I am through being a victim of life,
for every minute is precious, there’s
no time to go back, the damage is
already done.
The bottle is empty, my ash tray full.
The only question I have is,
who’s going to love me now?
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