Back to the bottle

Back to the bottle there she goes,
ack to the spot that hurts the most,
back to the feeling of hurt and sorrow.

you must love passing out on the floor,
you must love waking up beside another man you #####
you must love the silence when you dont know where your own kids are,
you must love when we say we hate you for what you are.

you say your going to stop but you still go back,
you go back for more every day.

do you want us in CPS all on our own,
with no where to call home.

so lock me in that room once again,
cut your wrists and wipe it down my face.

push me up against the wall,
one day you're going to be the one with the marks all over you're face.