The One She Died For

The taste of alcohol still lingers on her lips,
hear her cries and look at what you've done now.
Colored eyes turn gray

The broken clock hangs on it's hinges,
threatening to fall.
Ticking down to the time where she was happy

The bottle is broken
shards through her skin
Cuts are wide open

And now is the time to say your sorry,
but you both know it's too late

The taste of her kiss is one you'd rather forget
and whose to say you'd tell anyone
that you're the one she died for