endless nights of picking you up off the floor
holding your wasted head over the toilet
and waiting for the morning
for you to forget
this became a stage for drama and emotion
every night hiding instruments of your destruction
behind the bookshelf, under the couch
bottles, blades, and pills; this was a madhouse
for every dream there was a nightmare
for every bit of sleep, despair
for every tear that grazed your cheek,
a shot of vodka, rum, or mead
took you in and gave you all that I had
but I guess that I'm the bad guy
since you're the one who left in the end
what was worth all this hell?
well listen closely, because I'm only
going to say this once: you are the one that abandoned us
I won't be garbage detail for someone else to pick up
I won't derail because of what you've become
this razor edge i have known very well, sad endings and broken hearts are all thats left on the altars of pleasure seeking depraved souls.....chemical romances are the dirt under fingernails of wasted corpses
