jamais fini.

Why did you stumble? You should have never even tried to walk at all. Your legs aren't strong enough, your heart isn't strong enough, You know you're not strong enough. Why would you say that? Why did you do that? You're so fucking mean to yourself. But I can't help but love you. You're shaking and you're puking. It's not cute, but I love you. Even though every time you relapse, you just give up and you collapse. Honey, you're so free but you feel so trapped.

Oh yes, she, she feels like crap.

She loevs him so damn much, but not enough to loosen the grasp she's got on the bottle; she's got on the bottle; she's got on the bottle; fuck that... shit. She just wants another hit. She'll do anything for it. He wakes up and his foil is gone, along with his beer and his rum and his cash and his bong. We won't be young forever, girl. I won't forgive you forever, girl. I feel older everyday without you. Working 9-5, I'm a zombie, not alive without you. I come alive at night when I'm with you, I'm alright. You've got your drugs and cigs and booze, but my drug of choice is you.

We see things through four different eyes, but I never seem to see the half of it.
We ignore all the little white lies, while you're sitting there doing little white lines and making big black trails that lead down a dark and lonely road where no one cares, but so many go. Hold onto your lighter, because you're great at burning bridges and even better at building walls. Hold on tighter, because you don't know how to swim and you don't know how to climb. You're going to drown in your sorrow, you've got nowhere to go, no plans for tomorrow. You've given up, she can't seem to give it up. She's only been gone one week out of the year so far, but she's planning to leave for three or four more. She'll probably be gone longer, knowing her, I feel like I don't fucking know her. Even when you're here, you're gone, so far gone, because you're just a little girl, so fucking scared of everything, everything, absolutely fucking everything. You're out of control all the fucking time, but you tell me that you're mine, you promise that you're mine. You've got your keys, don't need your phone, you'd rather be alone. I put up with it because I'd rather not call you out on your shit. I'm not superman, you're a big girl, you say you've got your own big plans. Are they bigger than me? Are they better than me? Are they shiny and bright like your foil or dark and crusty like your trails and your nails? You've got something on your face, baby. Black on your cheek and white on your nose. A little puke on your clothes, and in your hair. Man, you're not all there, why do I even fucking care? It's never fair, I don't know why I'm still here. Am I still fucking here?

Baby, you're so worth it. You're so beautiful, but no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I can't change you. I won't chase you into the abyss. You want just one more, just one more kiss, one more hit. It's always just one more, you say that's it. You never stop at one, but I won't fund your escapades anymore. I'm done co-signing your bullshit. You dragged me so far down, you're so far gone, I bet it's hard to breathe with that bottle in your mouth. You're still smoking, though you're choking on the smoke from the bong. You're drowning, but it's too late to learn how to swim. You'll never learn, you'll never learn. You'll never win, you'll never win. It's too late. Quit coming back. I can't save you.