Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow.
You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know.
You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.
It claws my heart out with every bad day.
I love you. Maybe. Who knows.
Deaf ears on good words prey.
Who are you now? It’s a different day. I’m fighting to keep you any which way.
Because I know the fight and the pain of who you are now.