bottom of a bottle

Been scared and lonely
I've asked myself "is something wrong with you?"
My girlfriend told me
"I need some time alone to deal with issues."

Something makes me carry on
Its difficult to understand
What I always want to find

I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle

You always call me
And ask me how I make it through the day
I'm always falling
I guess thats just God's way of making me pay

And I
I wonder why I try
And I
I wonder why I bother
And I
I wonder why i cry
Why I
I go through all this trouble