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Faded
It could be 72 and sunny, but to me it'd still seem gray, so I get lost in a bottle, and my pain it fades away.
I know it's temporary, alcohol induced bliss, but when my mind is faded, I don't think of who I miss.
I know I have a problem, this much I know is true, but I sit at home, all alone, it helps me make it through.
I wish I could be happy, when my head is clear, but when my minds not altered, I wish the end was here.
They say time heals all wounds, I don't think that is right, I've been abandoned two years now, I still can't sleep at night.
With all the loves I've lost, happiness can't be found, I mean my family left, my sister died, and I'm missing 80 pounds.
I'm just an empty shell, of who I used to be, in just two years, all I've endured has been hell on earth to me.
