I can't live without you
I guess this means I'm through
I have two
Two ways out of this mess
Two roads to take
Two life's to change
So who's to say I'm wrong
When your the one who used the bong
But I chose the high road
The one that didn't through you in the dark
Now You've sold your soul
To the monster of ruins
He roams your mind
And makes you spend every dime
I can't live without you
But if having you means having the monster
Then i know were through
I choose the high road
For me
For our child
For our future
For the monsters grip on me is gone
Now its time to move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem