Wake up, memories in a faze
Yesterdays nothing more than a drug endused haze
Starring at that bottle, man I want more
Knowing it can never replace what I'm searching for
with every shot, every pill, each different way I try to deal
Pick at the wound that refuses to heal, looking for a way not to feel
Her book still lays there, should I read it or leave it
She's gone but it still hurts to believe it
But I have my lie by my side
A bottle that tells me not to try
Don't worry about how to start or how to begin
But she's gone now so theres no reason to try agian or to leave this sin
There was no start to my life but there was an end
Clinched in my hands is my only true friend
But it wasn't a bottle, a scrip, or even a pill I took
Instead what I had close to my heart, clinched in cold fist was her book
