Whiskey doesn't judge Video (MV)

I sit here in this bar, a glass in my hand
Amber liquid swirling, like grains of sand
Each sip a story, each drop a tale
Of love and loss, of joy and wail

Whiskey, my old friend, you never lie
A truth serum, poured from the bottle's sigh
You strip away the masks, the facades we wear
Revealing the raw emotions, that we often bear

In the bottom of this glass, the truth is found
Whiskey doesn't judge, it just goes down
It listens to the secrets, we're afraid to tell
And holds us in its warmth, like a soothing spell

I've seen men cry, over you my friend
Confessing sins, they could no longer pretend
You've been a witness, to countless broken hearts
A silent companion, when the world falls apart

Whiskey, you're a double-edged sword
A comfort and a curse, in every pour
You can numb the pain, but also reveal
The truths we hide, the wounds we conceal

In the bottom of this glass, the truth is found
Whiskey doesn't judge, it just goes down
It listens to the secrets, we're afraid to tell
And holds us in its warmth, like a soothing spell

So pour me another, my old friend
Let the truth flow, until the bitter end
For in this world of lies, and shades of grey
Whiskey's honesty, is a rare bouquet