Drowning Romantic SorrowsEmpty bottles on the counter tell a storyStruggling men stare through glazed eyesThe ache of love is drowned out by whiskeyIt's hard to live when romance diesOne poorly thought out move blows it all to hellBut every man will make mistakesIs a bond so deep really that easy to breakIt's hard to tell real women from fakesFrustrated fists wish to hold someone closeEach scarred heart wants to love for realBut in this cold world it's so hard to findFar too many are too scared to feelSo in dimly lit bars men hug the counterIn every glass the past is reflectedEvery once in a while a strong man will breakWhile drowning so
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