Jilted

He spent his days
Living in pretend
Whiskey was his outlet
Happy days he spent when he was a kid
Have all changed from being jilted
The murderous ways of men
Have all ended
A struggle to change the traumatic
Sitting alone staring at the blinds
The pain is growing in your mind

From the comfort
Of a hospital bed
People stand around so silent
We believed everything that they said
But they had no idea
Experience has taken me away
From the love that she gave me
And it's so late in the afternoon
The delusion I get to choose



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Beamer
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