Walkaway Joe

I didn't want to believe
You would close the door for good
Expecting to see a reprieve
Of the figure for which you stood

You could hold two hearts of hope
Yet never let them meet
Balancing on the tight rope
And refusing to admit self defeat

You walked away from the past
And left one love behind
But it would not be your last
Do you really think God is blind?

Tonight I ended this game
I poured your liquor down the drain

04.25.08