What am I
Who are you
I want to be and to see this through
You do too
I'm proof
I'm on the brink
So Mr. Bartender just pour me a drink
I no longer think
To keep my head up I guess I just want it to sink
What am I without your eyes
Am I worth a life
Who are you to tell me that we ever lived a lie
I never gave up on you
You fucking gave up on me
Sad thing is it seems I can finally breath
You tied my noose you kicked the chair right out from under me
You locked the Door behind you then you threw away the fucking key
What am I
Who the fuck are you
To send me chasing after my heart that you'd broken through
To the side it left behind
You left it black and blue
And thanks to you I found it in a bottle of 80 proof
I found it in a vision blurred by tears, perception skewed
I found it in a handful of pills that I pop and chew
What am I
I'm fucking trash
Now tell me who the fuck are you