I'm done with your problems...

I see your face
in the crowded room
you smile at me
and your smile seems true

but as we walk forward
and i get closer to you
i see the cuts on your arms
and the bruises too

i see the scars that you made
though they aren't that old
and the bags under your eyes
why are your hands so cold?

and as i stand
only inches apart
i can smell the beer
and it breaks my heart

you said you would quit
to save what we had
said you wouldn't drink
wouldn't make me mad

but here you stand
the stench of alcohol everywhere
why did i trust you?
guess i thought you would care

your smile slips from your face
and you look at me with sad eyes
did you think i wouldn't know?
wouldn't smell all your lies?

i turn to go
and shake my head sadly
what were you thinking?
it wouldn't effect us this badly?