Everyday Is A Struggle

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth.
I was the finger in your throat, to keep you cute.
My liver hates you for walking out on us.
My kidney’s drowning in a pool of a long lost love.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room,
You will always be here.

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
Are burning out my bedside,
And are rotting out my insides slowly.

I was the hand that held your hair back from your face.
Now I must forget the way that you taste.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room,
You will always be here.

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
Are burning out my bedside,
And are rotting out my insides slowly.

I love you so [bad word] much; I’ll even start to pray.
I’ll put my faith in all your [bad word] if it means you’ll stay.

So Much for the past year,
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from,
Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes.
Are burning out my bedside,
And are rotting out my insides,
Are burning out my bedside,
And are rotting out my insides.

I love you so much, I started praying.
I love you so much that I stated praying.