A song for the blues

A Song For The Blues

Three nights in a row, and I'm all alone.

Love music on the Radio, was our favorite song.

Nothing to hold on to, forced to take my love and move on.

How could something that seem so right, end up so wrong.

When your feelings has ran out of choices, and your reality is forced to choose. You grab a bottle whiskey with your broken heart, and start singing the blues.

Singing the Blues

Singing The Blues

I'm tide of coming in last, in the same old race.

My prize is only a broken heart, showing Your face.

Like a piece of chewed up gun, our love has lost its taste.

So what must we do, when our minds and body's are not in the same place.

When your feelings has ran out of choices, and your reality is forced to choose. You grab a bottle whiskey with your broken heart, and start singing the blues.

Singing the Blues

Singing The Blues