Why? - Frerard

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After all we've been through,
You turn around and stab a knife in my back.

You promised you'd stop.
You said you were done.

So what happened?
How did you end up this way again?

You were getting better.
You were almost healed.

But broken hearts still have cracks.
Even though they look put together.

Your drunken screams aimed directly for me.
Showing up on my doorstep saying you'd "fucked up again".

The scars on your wrists made you hate yourself.
But the pain felt so good. You needed to feel something.

I helped you though your darkest days.
The ones when you thought you couldn't make it.

But now this?
What does this help?

Seeing you at the hospital.
All drugged up with IV's everywhere.

You opened your eyes only for a second.
Gazed right into my soul.

I knew you were gone then.
You closed you eyes and the line went flat.

That look still haunts me, the one that shows up in my dreams.
After I've cried myself to sleep once again.

I whisper your name when no one's around.
The one that will forever be on my lips.
Gerard.