Chris Bleakney

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I spent another night without her

Each one gets heavier than the one before

Whiskey helped for a day or two

But that just dulls the pain

It’s not the pain keeps me awake at night

It’s the life that I know I’m missing

The life she injected in my veins

She is the most dangerous high

There is no program to help missing her

I crave the day her hand reaches for my soul again

My time away from her has taught me a lesson

I am not good enough for her

I will never deserve her

And the only thing I have to offer her

To get a little bit better

Every single day

... for her