Tragedy - 11/10/05

The words of a delinquent, All scribbled in prose, Trying to leave her hint, Of what everyone knows. Everyone else fucked up, She doesn't make a mistake. Even though she finds love, Seeing agony upon my face. She sees the good in bad, And it brings her pleasure. Replacing all that we had, With pain I can't measure. Things won't be the same, It doesn't matter if we try, You filled me with shame, And left me alone to die. It just once seemed so sad, Knowing that no prescription, Will cure the disease that, Is actually your addiction. I tried to find a happy end, But I only came up empty. I thought of you as a friend, Until the day you left me. For a while I was worried, That I'm forever incomplete. But all of the good stories, Have to include a tragedy.