I'm looking at you through the crack in the door.
You're passed out from drinking, laying on the floor.
I'm too scared to help you, 'cause I wasn't supposed to see.
I'm hanging on the doorknob, wishing I wasn't me.
-"My little girl doesn't know a thing"- don't be so sure.
I've tried to love you, tried to be there, but I'm not trying anymore.
You can lie and you can cheat, and hide behind the truth.
You can tell me that I'm crazy, but this moment is my proof.
I'm looking at you in your hospital bed.
I want to forget all the bullshit you've said.
Life's about living, not waiting for the end.
Still a thousand poems later, you wouldn't understand.
I'm hurt inside, you're hurt inside.
But you still won't even try.
Your time is up, I'm leaving now.
You still can't figure out why.
I'm looking at you one year later, laying flowers on your grave.
I know now that you had no chance of being saved.
I hate you, but I miss you.
And I'll love you 'till I die.
I turn away, I have nothing to say.
All that's left to be is brave.