My tears stream down the whiskey glass
The smoke that enters fills in my emptiness
My image in the mirror keeps staring at me
My scars of sadness bleed more than before

Tonight I wrote words that I never told you
But these scrawls are just pages through the wind
Whispers and sorrow
Every night I open my eyes to search answers in your eyes

Now I can see that was a blind man
I was a fool when I avoided looking at you
I’ve never saw the sadness in your eyes
Now I want to sing my last blues before it dies!

And I, now I die inside! Can you hear my cry?
Can you hear my cry?

Johnson, can you hear me?
It’s been a while that you don’t come here
Last time you were here
You promise never to pretend

Now look at you.. You’re just a bag of shit
I want to hear you cry I want to see you crack
You never be the same!
You’re lost inside your pain!

And I, now I die inside!
Can you hear my cry?
Now I want to sing my last blues before it dies!