Another swallow of whiskey straight from the bottle
It's only thursday but he called in sick
He couldn't face the world today
The tattoo on his heart burned to much
Every beat made him sway
Every thought made him sick
"Why do I have to face this?
What have I done?
Do you just like to watch me burn under your spotlighted sun?
I don't think I deserve this
And neither did my baby!"
The sound of glass shattered as he threw the bottle
He didn't want to be like this
But here he was again
That night still haunts him
Even to this day
The screeching metal dances inside his ears
The blood soaks his clothes and stains his skin
Two screams equally loud pierce through his heart
And so he holds them both
Dead
Why had he been driving?
Could it have saved a life?
What if he had never been out that night?
But he wasn't at fault that night
Of that he was sure
Because the alcohol consumed was from the other car
Because of the drunk he was drinking himself stupid
Because of that day he had nothing anymore
Because of that moment his family was taken
Becasue of that night I'm standing in the door
He swung back and forth
A teddy bear in his hand
A small smile littered on his face
As he swung back and forth
Dead
