If you would just take a look, take a look at me, my eyes all on you. You have left  so many hearts by your side only loving a few. You have said I am something special, but you choose to walk away. Each time it seems easier, less and less to actually say.  

You only want someone to take up your time, you’ve given nothing back. You chase away your feelings as whiskey drowns the facts. A empty glass staring back at you, on the bartender; you wait. Before the night ends the glass is sure to break. Holding on to nothing, thought I was worth loving, and you would never let go. The beer and the whiskey keep you from caring. Keeps you from listening but I want you to know.

The bottle sets on the bar, giving you the nerve to stay. Breaking as many hearts and as many women who come through the door. I expected happiness, honesty, not a whole lot more. You will never know the love you let go so far. Always disappears with the sound of the bottle slamming the bar. the path that lead you here and the choice you make instead. Visions of those moments , the future unclear, what lies ahead?

A choice to walk away, even choosing the bottle to break. The choice to leave me behind not caring what you take. If I am someone special, changes will make you choose. Someday, you will notice. I’m standing right beside and you clearly stand to lose.