Scattered papers
Of yesterday's tomorows news
Fill the room of early evening despair
A pile of unpaid bills
Drowns the little glimpse of hope of whatever is left
Of a woman's happiness
Where empty bottles of alcohol
Of soft flowing whiskey
Take the place of the sounds of a once smooth tasting voice
That use to pen such beautiful moody melodies
Such soulful lustful love songs
Never cheap and never stale
Perfection in a bottle
Just watch her on the stage
She just has that "I don't give a damn" written all over her face
Written all over like a chorus hooked with tearful goodbyes
And of wretched heartbreaks
The insides of a tortured soul
The outsides of a passionate lover
Captured in the bedlam of a Blue-Eyed love
....Someone please pass Amy another drink
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