Alone...

I came to work, it hurts

my head.

I got drunk last night,

real dead.

She finished with me,

again alone.

So I drank to forget,

at home.

I cried real hard to ease the pain,

once again.

Then I got mad right to the core, 

smashed the hell out of the kitchen door.

And as I said

I hurt my head, its bruised you see

just like my pride.

Why do I leave myself open wide?

I'd just like someone by my side.