You whisper "just one more glass"
As you pour yourself some more,
Less than half hitting your target
A puddle forming on the floor,
As you begin to slur and stumble,
You lean your head and sigh,
"I'm just a little tired"
As you begin to cry.
Who are you trying to convince,
Yourself or me?
When you look into the mirror,
What is it you see?
The poison changes you,
It twists your mind,
It makes you bitter,
With words that aren't kind,
And when I try to rouse you
So you can go to bed,
I find myself debating,
Whether to leave you there instead.
Let you lie in your mess,
As you do your self-pity,
Take photographs and frame them,
So you'll see it's not pretty,
Maybe then you'd realize,
What I have to see,
Maybe then you'd realize
What you're making me.
As it is you who taught me,
How to stand and walk,
My right from wrong,
How to laugh and talk.
It's you who I learn from,
To wallow, to numb that you care,
I pour myself a glass,
I spill it everywhere.
"I'm just a little tired"
I try to explain,
"Just one more glass",
To lessen the pain,
When I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
I see my mother,
And all she taught me to be.
