Every Day 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.
I’m burning out my bedside,
And I’m rotting out my insides slowly.
I was the hand that held your hair back from your face.
Now I must forget the way 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.
I’m burning out my bedside,
And I’m rotting out my insides slowly.
I love you so damn much; I’ll even start to pray.
I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit 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.
I’m burning out my bedside,
And I’m rotting out my insides,
I’m burning out my bedside,
And I’m rotting out my insides.
I love you so much, I started praying.
I love you so much that I started praying.