its my turn to take the blame
this ones heavy of heart...
He stands there smiling among the music and the lights
surrounded by people that mean nothing in his life.
One more drink
one more game
one more shot
its him to blame
trying so hard to wash his love away
she sits there in her head
questioning why she let things get like this
in a home that's empty she wont admit to regret
but she knows he's not being fair
something she won't forget
she hates him more because he asked her to care
staying close to the phone
how could he dare
its silence making her more alone
just one more call
just one more try
she swears again this is the last time
he takes that shot
he drinks that beer
damns himself for being unfair
stares at his phone in disbelief
he wants to answer
wants to find that dream
wants to hear her voice
misses her more than anything
he just shakes his head while shes calling from home
trying to pretend he didn't just hurt the one that he loves the most
maybe this time will be the very last time
maybe he's just stupid
could he really be so blind
he loves her so much
a love that is hard to find
damn how he wants to change
but he's so afraid
afraid to go back to feel the pain
the hurt the lost love with all its shame
she loved him so much
she really wants to try
she thinks maybe its to late
afraid the moment has passed by
he sits alone the very next day with his only thought maybe its to late
