Gin

You linger on like a breath full of smoke from a half lit cigarette
And I have realized you don't do anything for me at all
I want to kick you like heroin's cold sweats
And sure., I must not walk before I crawl

Dry the rain up that casts an evil spell
I feel you like a ghoul upon my pale skin
And just because I have met the Devil...does this mean I am going to hell?
Perhaps all of the pain would subside if I just took a swig of gin

Why can't my questions be answered
You're no longer the individual I use to know
You have devastated me like a cancer
And no longer am I the girl you once terrorized and threw