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
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