Hate Sober — T.L. Smith

Our love wasn't enough. He had demons. I had hopes. Together we were never meant to be. That didn't stop us, though. Even when it should have. Even when I saw those demons loud and clear. I should have stayed away. Should have never looked back. But love, it's a fickle thing. And sometimes… You need to embrace the darkness. Or let it destroy you. I was drunk once. Now, I'm sober.