I held the antidote in the palm of my hand. Everything was better whenever you were near, but still I questioned and let my mind begin to roam. The beginning of the end, I should have fucking known. There are so many people who I should apologize to but none so much as you so here it is, a jumbled mess of words and rhymes that serves no purpose, a living testament to your fucked up life.
Bottles have piled up, I'd rather my mind was numb then capable of feeling love and I know it's not worth saying 'sorry' again.