She's on a path of self destruction,
Waging a war upon herself,
Intoxication is her talent,
A past-time she well adores.
The truly sad part that stands to be,
Is the fact she's slowly losing me,
The forgotten joints that litter the floor,
Are the only friends she'll have time for.
Replaced and forgotten,
That's my title of tonight,
She'll wake up with a bang and crash,
When she finds out she's alone.
Perhaps if she forgets these ways,
Maybe she'll make it back in my books,
But the real question on my mind is,
Am I willing to repent?