You left to find
you have nowhere to go
no family
not even a home.
Out on the street
a few bucks to spend.
Wondering what happened
to bring this
all to an end.
You had the perfect life,
the perfect job.
You had a pretty wife
yet for you that wasn't enough.
You had to screw it up
you did that to yourself
and now you have nothing
but a life of living hell.
Spent every last dime,
to get that high feeling
your so Dependant on it
it's your only way of dealing.
You drown out everything
so you feel OK
but what will happen,
in another day?
"Clean up your act,"
is what she said
you see her hurt
pictured in your head.
But you couldn't do it,
instead you sit and cry
knowing alone,
is how you would die.
