You walked out the door

Maybe not in the traditional way

This might hurt even more

I feel it deep to my core

It was a form of running away

You walked out the door

It may have well been a war

but I was the one who lost that day

This might hurt even more

My feet, unstable on the floor

I feel tricked, led astray

You walked out the door

When you left, I swore

My heart broke, made from delicate clay

This might hurt even more

I was young, three more than four

When a bottle was worth more than to stay

You walked out the door

This might hurt even more