Help Me, Please...

I'm staring at your picture now,

Clutched tight in my hand.

Trying to work it out in my head,

And trying to understand.

You abandoned me so quickly,

And broken, I'm left here,

Crying out the memories;

A different one per tear.

Nothing we can say or do,

Can change what I have done

And nothing I can say or do,

Can change what Ive become.

No matter what you say to me,

I know that I'm to blame,

Cause If I'd just took your keys

All things would be the same.

So I'm sorry for the troubles,

And problems I have made,

And I'm so sorry that I couldn't change,

And drive you anyway.

I know your aware that I hate myself,

And now I hate me more,

Because again, I cant change the past,

To how it was before.

I can't take back all that I've done,

And everything I've not,

Cause I know more than anyone,

What's done can't be forgot.

But although unheard, I'm sorry.

Isn't that what all drunks say?

Well for tonight, I'll dry my eyes

And put your face away.

But as I turn to put your picture,

I set my beer by the door,

Something shiny glints at me,

That I simply cant ignore.

I contemplated slowly,

But still I took them out,

While morals merely whispered,

All temptation did was shout.

So I'll take my keys and car

To the place where you met Christ.

I've made the same mistake again,

But I'll make it more than twice.

Help me, please!