Broken heart

Someone broke inside of his heart and left the door broken on their way back out

now now there ain’t no talking to him he’s to far gone inside of the bottle we call jack Daniel’s

he’s on the floor crying singing I’m so lonesome

and no helpin him cuz his hearts been broken on the day that she walked out his life

now everytime you see him there’s a bottle in his hand and he don’t no re-up his tears fill his beer

he knows deep down he the one that pushed her out that door

all them late nights lyin n fightin she couldn’t take no more

now he sittin there mumblin “yeah I guess I gave her the reason…”

sayin love don’t die for nothin it die for how you treat it

he keep starin at the wall like he waitin on it to answer

whisperin how he swore he’d change but never had the chance, or

maybe he had chances but he wasted every last one

now he payin for the past with a bottle and no backbone

he said “lord I know I messed up, that woman was my blessing”

“and I traded her warm heart for a cold drink and bad decisions”

ain’t nobody to blame but him and the man in the mirror

and the more he says it, the more his voice get shaky and clearer

now the nights get long n heavy like an old freight train

rumblin through his chest every time he hear her name

but he still pours another shot hopin maybe it kill the pain

even though deep down he know it’s him that caused the rain