Feeling like a fool,
as if she loves me
making a mountain from nothing
I've smothered her fire
as I do everytime.
Love sometimes seems
to be a pointless venture
when we are left alone
and crying.
She might call,
but probably not,
at least the beer will
numb me from reality
for one night anyways.
I return to the dark night
with hopes of never returning
back to the depravity called life
why does everything good turn to shit?
