Life never moves along the path we desire.
Steering doesn’t help either;
this is where life stops—
joy turns into sorrow.
Even the happiest places we once visited
now feels like hell.
When I look into her eyes and can’t
see my reflection, I find
the graveyard turning into a heavenly place.
I did everything to save us,
but I see it crashing down before me.
When I saw her holding his hand the way she once held mine,
she took away the last piece of my life,
clinging to her memories.
Now, there’s nothing left but wounds and scars.
Years of uncertainty in my heart
have taken their toll.
I smoke my feelings out,
I drink to escape the deepest, most painful memories.
Even the whiskey sobbed, seeing my plight.