Until

The Empty Bottle Hits The Table,
At The Beging It Was Full,
He Will Start To Stumble And Fall,
Out My Name He Will Call.

You Ask How I Know This,
As For Once Upon A Time I Would Kiss,
This Drunken Boy,
Only For His Great Ploy.

As Much As I Wanted To,
I Had No Doubt,
That When I Was All Done,
My Make-Up Would Run.

I Hated That Stupid Look,
I Hated How My Heart He Took,
I Loved His Smile,
I Loved It For Awhile.

Until It Gave Me Pain,
Until It Passed Fair Game,
Until He Broke The Rules,
Until He Broke My Heart.