I hate you always there one seconed and intoxicated the next always close to near death and I can't have you I don't want you your moody and loud than quite and sad insalting and rude you never give me a chance to love you or maybe i do the same you tell me you hate me than love me the next no wonder I'm a FUCKING cokehead you pass out and I watch you make sure your not dead brush back you hair away from your drunkin head and in your bed when your finailly asleep I wonder off so I don't have to see you beat your self to sleep relaxe with a hoot stay up all night and than in the morning pertend I had a great night I only hope I die first