You think you’ve done something grand,
Something revolutionary.
You lifted me from the depths of my own hell,
Swept me away, with promises of a better life.

But can’t you see?
I didn’t ask for it, no I didn’t dream of this.
I dreamt of an ending, one I could erect all on my own,
The Final Chapter if you will.

Every day is a new beginning, they say,
Sobriety is a choice, they say.
One day at a time, they say,
Everything happens for a reason, they say.

Lies, I say,
I didn’t ask for this, no I didn’t dream it on my own.
This is your dream, and I’m trying to keep up,
But I’m afraid I’m still stuck on that final chapter.

Every day is a fight, I say.
Every day is exhausting, I say.
I’m tired, I say,
Can’t you see?