Vodka Filled Soul

Cool morning air flows through my window, I left it open for you...again.
Just like my heart.

I thought if I told you the most intimate of my secrets, every fear, every dream, it would bring us closer. Yet once again I am left hanging with a head thumping full of reality. Trying to understand your motives of telling me I make you happy and you like me more then the other girls. But your waking up, trying to remember the night that was, with another nameless girl in your bed. Not even having me cross your mind...

Once again I am left laying in my bed, dressed to impress waiting for you. I know the story when I ask about your absence. The answer is always the same, "I was busy...I had things to do..."

Drinking till you forget me is one way to avoid your feelings, but you can't run forever...