Avenus Sans Pitie Poet Lyric

Don Williams

Wears a smile, 
A weapon, 
Sharp and cold, 
Strings me along, 
A story left untold. 
Every word's a dance, 
My heart’s out of tune, 
When she laughs at me 
Under the moon. 
I give her my all, 
She plays away time, 
I’m a puppet on strings, 
I know I’m losing my mind. 
I drive through the night 
Pain in my soul, 
Finding solace in whiskey and gin 
To drown out her toll.
She makes me pay.
Come the morning light 
It’s hard to conceal, 
When I wake up in a field 
Don Williams on the radio.
I know my heart will never heal. 
Sweet lies 
Keep me chasing the sun, 
Each heartbreak I sip 
Feels like she’s won. 
Tonight I am in the bottle, 
I’ll forget who I am— 
Lost another dream 
Wrapped in her plan. 
Don Williams is playing 
My song once again,
I'm drowning my sorrows 
In a bottle of English gin. 
I drive through the night 
Pain in my soul, 
Finding solace in gin and whiskey 
Drowning out the toll 
She takes on my soul. 
It’s hard to conceal, 
When I wake 
Listening to Don Williams.
On my radio lost in a field. 
Stars fade away 
reality bites; 
Confusion and hurt 
linger deep into nights. 
She toys with my affection
To her it’s just a game; 
But to this heart 
She laughs while it breaks 
While I call out her name. 
I drive through the night 
A damned pain in my soul, 
Finding solace in gin and whiskey 
To drown out her toll. 
Come morning light 
It’s hard to conceal, 
When I wake up in a field 
Don Williams on the radio. 
Every dawn finds me 
My dreams slip away; 
Searching for answers 
No one will ever say.
A heart full of scars 
An old country feel— 
I wish Don Williams 
Would tell me
what I should do 
and would reveal...

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