A Typical Love Story

Saw the scars on her skin, 
I asked "What's your story"? 
She said it's a story of loving too much. 
I loved my dad when he didn't love me back, 
I loved my mom even though I was always ignored, 
And worst of all I loved a man. 
A few seconds passed without a single blink, 
When the silence was broken and her voice cracked. 
She said have you ever heard the saying 'One person always loves one more than the other.'? 
When he was away the only time I could feel anything was when the blade was sliding against my skin, 
As I encrypted his name into my veins, 
When alcohol pumped through my body, 
When cocaine fuzzed my memory. 
Without him by my side I was more out of place than devils during the day. 
So I opened myself up making my soul a comfortable place for all the devils to stay. 
The days I spent loving him are as hazy as a summer morning fog. 
Now I'm here, 
Where they label me as crazy, 
Where they give me drugs to dope me, 
To try to make me feel happy again, 
As happy as when I was with him.