Powerless: Step 1

Step one: denial; throughout my clinical trials
I found the withdrawals to be mild
Though this is the first to lie with me in a while
I find myself finding truths by clenching my Bible
It never opens, which may be the reason I haven't admitted my problem
With all the stress beginning to pile
She says she loves me, and that I have her rhythm
But I can't hear a snare, I only hear my brother's recital
If she doesn't call you know what to call the events that follow
Loving her a month ago, but leaving tomorrow
Sitting on the edge of my bed bottle neck up
Trying to figure out the differences between leaving it be or being left up
At this point I'm hard pressed to find whoever is the next up
Be it the queen or just another shuffled into that category
With the most recent being chinky, the replacement right now
Are just phrases I write down... I tend to flirt as her loose leafs me
Backstabbers are what I'm seeing, with no eyes in the back of my skull
I take control of my retrospect's awareness fleeting
I folded under pressure once, let go of my blunt
And figured I could see what she was thinking more clearly
Does anyone else out there feel me ?
Or is everyone against me ? Especially when I'm the bad guy this evening
Call me a fool but my last words to her were,
"I hope everything pans out for you in the future . Adieu ."