I look back with bottle in hand,
And I can see why things are the way they are.
How you where able stand,
All my insecurties and still play us par,
Is something thats beyond me,
But why I must ask,
Did you set me free,
And give chance the task.

I finish the drink,
It was easy to down,
Yet I'm still that freak,
Still sporting that frown.
I asked for a chance to change,
You denied me it's true,
But by freeing me you put me in a cage,
And so I pay its rents due.

Why is often the question.
Why do I love,
Why don't stop and listen the suggestion,
Of not drinking and speeding to above?
All I can say,
Is that I have to,
It keeps the sorrows at bay,
While I wait for you.