There he goes the broken man

There he goes, the broken man,
Empty bottle in his hand,
Thirsting for sympathy,
Bursting with lethargy.

There he goes, the broken man,
Exiled to his own wasteland,
A fortune gained, then burned,
By lessons not quite learned.

Didn’t he hold you on a golden day?
Didn’t you take him in and say
Forever?

Disillusioned with his so-called potential,
The warmest memory, inconsequential.
A leaf torn from the limb,
Blowing away in the wind.
How are you gonna’ remember him?

There he goes, the broken man,
Convictions too weak to stand,
And there’s a darkness pulling him near,
Watch him disappear.

Didn’t he hold you on that rainy day?
Didn’t you hope it could stay that way
Forever?

There he goes, the broken man,
And here you are,
With your memories intact.
He fades away, so now promise yourself,
There’ll be no taking him back.

Didn’t he lift you on your lowest day?
Didn’t he swing you up to the sun
And say,
Forever?