Broken Love

And tonight when I reach the bottom of the bottle is when I'll decide  to call.

After the bottle is empty and I hit that wall. Weather you answer or not I'll start to bawl.

I'll tell you I love you and tell myself it's  the whiskey talking, but we both know that's no true. I'll tell you I was a fool for ever leaving you. I'll open another bottle as I start to cry.

Every time this happens I wake up in the morning and ask myself why.

Some mornings I'll wake up next to you and for a moment think it's true. That I once again belong to you.

But then I realize the truth and start to feel Blue, remembering that what happened the other night was just because of the booze.

You'll say you love her and that you need to go. Leaving me alone, feeling broken and empty wondering what I'm doing to myself and her.

What you're doing isn't right and isn't fair.Going back from me to her, saying you love me and saying you care.

You told me that I was the one and you and her were done. But then you go back to her the very next night. Even though yesterday you were holding me tight.