'Alcoholics' by Ravyn LaRue

Those eyes
far bluer than mine
peer through everything that feels good in me
just like the night I pretended to sleep
because I didn't know what you'd do
if you saw my eyes weren't painfully closed

Those eyes
far bluer than mine
make me feel like I'm not alone
just like those nights I pretended you were beside me
because I didn't know what I'd do
if I couldn't conjure up something good to see

She made me feel
as though I shouldn't even try to survive
because at the end of the day
I'll always be worthless
no matter how hard I try
I'm better off dead

He made me feel
as though I must keep trying to survive
because at the end of the day
I'm really not worthless
no matter what happens
I'm worthwhile

I cannot even cope
to stare at her image
lest I succumb to that state of fear

I could not even cope
unless I stared at her image
to keep from succumbing to that state of fear