The Bad Guy

Down on the coast,
There's a boy,
Who I am sorry,
To tell you that he isn't the same,
His heart took right out,
From his chest where it lay,
Beating completely for you,
This boy was not like anyone else,
His mind and his body were pure,
Until you brought your trouble,
Along with your touch,
And now he is done for sure.

And this is where,
Love is supposed to be,
And this is how,
We break up a history,
And now,
He can hardly breathe,
No doubts,
It's more than his soul that bleeds.

He needs a hero,
But he can't believe,
How low you would go,
And there's no how,
How long you'd be around,
And he asks why,
The ladies in his life,
Don't waste their time,
To be the bad guy.

And he's at home,
Drinking doubles alone,
Drinking whiskey until he can't see anymore,
He looks in a mirror cracked by his hand,
And he can't even resemble his own reflection.

He needs a hero,
But he can't believe,
How low you would go,
And there's no how,
How long you'd be around,
And he asks why,
The ladies in his life,
Don't waste their time,
To be the bad guy.