Meet my John Doe

He was the guy at the end of the bar
Drinking his Bud, cigarette burned fingers
Gasping his life in stinking breathed moaning
Lifeless meaning of being alone
Thirty dollars paycheck daily recognition
A hooker, smoky pool tables and a red beans meal
Back to the trailer with nothing but sadness
Meaningless fortune of being alone
When a man gets to cry like a baby
Insecure in all his dreams and thoughts
The sky turns black, the moon turns grey
His life runs out in just a blink
And raindrops fall like broken hearts.