Has To End

So tired, tired of the mess, of the lies, the pain
Tired of sharing this, your never-ending nightmare
But I’m in so deep, have so must invest
How can I escape, do I dare?

This all started, long before me
Twenty-six years gone now
And even back then, I thought as your friend
I could help overcome it somehow

But now my eyes clear
I see you but used me, your crutch for whatsoever
I provide what you need, rescue, support, and cash
My biggest fault, I loved you forever

And I fell right in to line, willing and able
Giving everything I had just for you
I picked up the needles, cleaned broken bottles
And made it all seem like anew

I can’t do it no more, too long already
And I can’t hide it from our kids anymore
I guess the time come, for you to take over
And decide if you want this or more

You can go on, living as you are
Surviving on dope, booze, and shit
But I deserve better, have earned it I think
I’ve waited long enough for you to get it

I wish you the best, for whatever life left
And hope the happiness you search for is found
For when the cops come again, and you rest in your cell
I imagine your wonder astound

When you call for your bail
As before always done
Will it be the first time you notice
For the truth of the matter, there’s no-one to answer

For you see dear, today I am gone….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 3rd, 2007