Sitting liquor lip loaded in a empty house
Its not a home, just a empty shell
Housing a broken soul with a full bottle
Dragging on cigarettes, slurring speech
Just trying to close eyes and fall asleep

The voices shout in his head, waking him up
All the regrets keep calling his name
Worthless he feels,and tired, just tired
He has all the love in the world to share
Just not the energy or strength to be hurt, again

Whats left is the last that he has got
He can't take another stab in the heart
This time it will **** him no doubt
But still he gives the last of him away
Just to pray its not broken, thrown away