A broken heart, and the keys to an empty house.

Fogs of sadness and blue clouds of rain
Shadow my existence, my life, my name
I cannot see and I've lost my way.


All the empty streets that led to my home
Now lay covered in brittle bottles of alcohol.


Every step is painful, to hear them breaking beneath your feet, losing blood and whisky.


Its hard to accept the fate when you know in the end what awaits
High hopes and crushed dreams.


I walk the lonesome road just carrying
A broken heart and the keys

to an empty house.