May 15, 2016

Broken beer bottles,

burnt out cigarettes...

That's all I have

and all that's left.

She walked out on me;

said she couldn't take it.

So I tried chasing her,

but knew I couldn't make it.

I risked a lot saying words

that I didn't mean.

This shit happened so fast

and I hadn't known what she'd seen.

Broken beer bottles,

burnt out cigarettes...

The moment she left me

I shalt forget.

A scar with few tears

came when she returned.

They said that all our memories

had faded away and burned.

She hadn't shown her face

ever since that last fight.

Now I've got a broken heart,

and my soul is a burnt out light.