Time seems to quickly pass, now that your gone
For me, days are painful as I try to hold on
Confused by what I feel and amused by what my mind lets me see
Self-abused because I just can’t seem to set myself free
The unstoppable talks within myself over you
Many questions to answers, hell I already knew
This pain runs so damn deep, like I never felt before
From that moment you left, to knock on Heaven’s door
What will I do, or even worse, what can I say?
Who will I talk to – to help get me through my days?
Who will be there on those cold and lonely nights?
To hold me, love me and make me feel, all will be alright
Now I’m chasing broken down dreams, ones that will never come true
With shattered feelings surrounded by Preachers, Cigarettes, Tattoos, and Fools
With a bottle in my hand and a sadness deep within my eyes
I beg you Lord, please help me, cause even Whiskey can’t make me cry
As I struggle to see it clearly now as I fight through this daily haze
Buried by a maze of confusion that now covers my days
Maybe just one last scream, one last tear, hell even one last sigh
I beg you Lord, please help me, cause even Whiskey can’t make me cry
