Empty Bottle for a Vodka Heart

Beauty in a corner
Baby all alone
Sinking fatal, sinking fast
Slipping far to the unknown

He cares about his image
He has so much to hide
He tries so hard to drown
Those empty feelings inside

But vodka is fleeting
And the cigarettes, they fade
One more bottle for reassurance
One more smoke, one more day

He yells at everybody
Seeking his emotional wealth
But he never really means it...
Because he really hates himself.

His head is in his hands
He's lost faith by now
He consumes the emptiness
As much as his body allows

He fills up on sex and drugs
Those girls, they never know
He falls into the empty bottle
Because he has no where else to go

He brags about being "bad"
He grins because he's "tough"
But the glamor and respect
Are simply not enough

His hands are shaking
He punches the bottle
He's going to crash
From going full throttle

He drinks to turn around
To escape all the fears
No one sees the "hard stuff"
A mix of alcohol and tears

He doesn't know while he sips
That every time I die
He lays his head down gently
And, so weakly, cries

I see baby in the dark
I know it's not okay
I reach out my hands to help
But he's too far away

When will he discover
Life is nothing new
I'm afraid it will be too late...
And I will lose him, too.

**He's so far gone that I don't know when... or if... he'll get back... I wish he could see what he's doing to himself...**