the blood was selfishly drained from her wrists
and left for him to find
the blood bath has him drunk day in and day out
his music blaring and bottle in his hand
he spends his days and nights alone
the bass is a reminder of his lonely heart
I just let him be
others complain because they can't sleep
I just let him be
i can feel his pain through my ceiling
behind his tear filled eyes
and hear it in his slurred words
but I don't know what to say
so I just let him be
selfishly I let him be
alone with the bottle and his ache
that has found it's way into my heart
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