Im the last one you call when theres no on else there. you promise to love me when you call me. I cont want to fall for you but I do everytime. I should realize by now that things dont mean anything to you when there is whiskey on your breath. I should know your the cause of my broken heart but no longer do I care. you broke it for the last time with your whiskey promises and now you can blame your whiskey that I'm no longer here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem