Blood shot truth Stuck in a coma from the shot gun proof Maybe pretty words 'll get you through I doubt it Siren stature the epitome of A list actress Accidentally the one i'm after You doubt it Don't walk away I got so much left to say Im drunk but i'm okay enough to get my posture straightened up Don't hide your face let your make up run away Pretty broken is the taste of the medicine you take Let me explain through the alcohol and shame How I'm sorry for the way That I lie my life away If i let you escape you'd be gone without a trace Not to me, No way. Don't walk away I got so much left to say I'm drunk and i'm okay enough to get my posture straightened up Don't hide your face let your make up run away Pretty broken is the taste of the medicine you take Its the ones like you. That always ruin it for the ones like me. Its things you do That break the life I love in two.