Whiskey Tale

When you walked out, saying I’m a lost cause.
Blame the beer, and the whiskey, just because.
When you’re the problem, I’m never enough.
You are the one out, as I’m still trying to stay tough. 
I hear the lies, knowing they are not true.
But little did I know, they stuck like glue.
My heart was red, till you left it black and blue.
Now my trust is hard, only to thank is you.

Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.
Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.

You said I was the one, the one to calm your fear.
I would talk to you all night long, but nothing you wanted to hear.
You Looked at everything close, as I was right there near.
Paid no attention till I got up to grab us a beer. 
Your phone going off, only in the middle of the night.
Hiding it from me, not trying to start a fight. 
Knowing I find out the truth, I’m going taking flight.
Good luck hiding it, they all talk into the mic.

Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.
Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.

Now that you are gone I cannot complain. 
I’m the loser in a none winning game.
The town was right, I sat all day long being lame.
But now they look different, as I sit in fame.
Go head and spread your lies, as you sit and cry.
I’m the winner, first place, never die.
You lost your chance, I hope you fry.
Your last letter, your ex guy.

Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.
Now this is my story, this is my hell.
As I sit drinking alone, nothing to dwell.
Looking at the stars, hoping none fell.
As I sit telling my drinking whiskey tale.

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