Friday Evening Church

I left my bible on the shelve, where it gathers dust.

I keep my prayers silent; otherwise I can’t stop yelling anymore

Hope is broken like the love you gave

Left with memories still meant to be made.

My heart is empty as a Friday evening church.

It used to be full of love but now it only knows hurt

The third time you left me it couldn’t get any worse.

You left my heart empty as a Friday evening church.

Years later your words hardly began to fade

How can you love me and then simply walk away?

I lost faith when I didn’t feel love no more.

I hope God isn’t like you and walks away from promises made.

My heart is empty as a Friday evening church.

It used to be full of love but now it only knows hurt

The third time you left me it couldn’t get any worse.

You left my heart empty as a Friday evening church.