I take my first steph down the flight of stairs
Leading myself into a dungen of personal hope
It seems as if the stairs are getting steeper
And my mind is now drifting away
I get to the last stair, and my knees start to collapse
The alcohol has gotten to my head by now
I stumble into the room
My friends are staring at me, and I can see the worry in their faces
I feel their arms grabbing me
Trying to help me walk to the couch
Helpless; breaking down; what do I do?
I seem to never be sober anymore
The boy has torn me apart
And I\'ve cried myself to drink
I hear the basement door open & shut
The heartbreaker is standing at the last stair, the one I once stood at
He looks at my confused and runken face
I get dizzy as I begin to black-out
Through my closed eyelids
I see him standing over my body
\"I need another drink,\" I say, waking up
He gladly pours me another glass of heartbreak before walking up the stairs
He stops at the bottom stair once again
And glances at my uncontrollable mind-trip
He walks himself proudly up the basement stairs
I hear the basement door open & shut.
