Time seems to quickly pass, now that you are gone,
Days stretch long, like a sad country song.
Every tick of the clock feels heavier in my chest,
I'm lost in this world without your sweet caress.
What will I do, or even worse, what can I say?
Each moment lingers, like the shadows in the gray.
Who will I talk to, to help get me through?
Who will be there when the night feels so blue?
Those cold and lonely nights, they haunt my mind,
Searching for comfort, but solace I can't find.
To hold me, love me, make me feel alright,
Oh, the emptiness echoes, it's a desperate fight.
The unstoppable talks within myself over you,
Every memory's a ghost that cuts like the truth.
This pain runs so damn deep, like I never felt before,
From that moment you left, it shattered my core.
With a bottle in my hand and sadness deep in my eyes,
I beg you, Lord, please help me-cause even whiskey can't make me cry.
I'm lost in the clouds, struggling to see,
Fighting through this fog that's taken over me.
Those cold and lonely nights, they haunt my mind,
Searching for comfort, but solace I can't find.
To hold me, love me, make me feel alright,
Oh, the emptiness echoes, it's a desperate fight.
Maybe just one last scream, one last tear,
Hell, even one last sigh, I could shed, my dear.
This heart's a battlefield, broken but still strong,
Holding onto memories, forever they belong.
I keep replaying every moment shared,
But now it's just silence; it feels so unfair.
As I struggle to see it clearly, fighting my way,
Buried by a maze of confusion that colors my days.
Why'd you have to leave? Why'd you have to go?
I'm still here in this pain, wishing you'd just show.
Every laugh we had, every kiss under the stars,
Now it feels like I'm carrying these heavy scars.
Those cold and lonely nights, they haunt my mind,
Searching for comfort, but solace I can't find.
To hold me, love me, make me feel alright,
Oh, the emptiness echoes, it's a desperate fight.
So I raise my glass to the memory of your name,
Hoping that one day, I'll find peace from this pain.
But until that day comes, I'll still ask why,
Dear Lord, help me-'cause even whiskey can't make me cry.