You told me you were leaving, and then walked right out the door
For twenty years you’ve let me, live a lie
You said it was forever, when I gave you my name
Well I guess mine and your forever’s, ain’t the same
My tears they fell like raindrops, as I watched you drive away
And now I find this whiskey bottle, in my hands
You’re the reason I’ve been sober, for now on twenty years
But tonight I’ll drown my sorrows, with whiskey tears
And now I see your cheatin face, at the bottom of the bottle
My heart still feels the hurt, you left inside
It seems I can’t let go of, that moment when you left me
And the drinking won’t let your memory, step aside
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As I walk down this hallway, and see your pictures hanging here
I see the smiles that fooled me, for so long
And when you told me that you loved me, as you held me close each night
I wonder what else you told me, was a lie
But I still see your cheatin face, at the bottom of the bottle
My heart still feels the hurt, you left inside
It seems I can’t let go of, that moment when you left me
And the drinking won’t let your memory, step aside
And I still see your cheatin face
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