Country Song

I came home to find you on drugs I was on the verge of every song I'd ever sung You said oh my gosh It's like I can't escape I am a child of fate And then you threw a plate at me You were so wasted All my life I've been a child of stress You were the worst at best And if I may confess the worst ain't over Yet if you call I won't stumble I've been humbled Like your bottles, empty in the morning Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands I don't think you understand, get here as quickly as you can I've learned to hate Oh, I have grown to love I have learned to be What I hoped I would become And tell me what of you What did you do What did you say What did you leave behind Who did you save You came home, I was on the rug You were on the verge of every hole you'd ever dug You said Oh my God I cannot catch a break But I am a child of faith So when you turned away, I just lay in silence Hold on up, we've got a bleeder on our hands I don't think you understand You better do the best you can You'll grow to hate Oh, you will learn to love You will learn to be what you hoped you would become And tell me what of me What did i do What did i say What did i leave behind Who did i change