Can a broken heart be mended?(A Spot Conlon Story)

Another empty bottle

"SPOTTT!!" I yelled "What!What is it are you hurt?!?" He asked frantically busting through the door checking my face and around me for any damage. "No" I said smiling. "His worries look changed to a relived one then to an annoyed one. "Oh my god you scared the living hell out of me. what do you need?" He asked a little curious and little annoyed. "Oh please even if anyone tried no one could scare any hell out of you." I said joking "yeah yeah alright.So what was it u needed?" He asked getting more annoyed as an angry look creeped on his face. "I finished the song!" I said "Oh that's great." He said his face softening "Id love to hear it right now but there's something out side I needa deal with real quick I'll be back." He kissed my check and walked back out the door.

*Time skip*
Spot finally came up and sat on the side of the bed ready to listen. I walked over to the little piano he had I didn't know how he got it and to be honest I frankly didn't want to. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready." He replied
(Start song here)
Ignis:
Mama was a bit naive
And her Daddy was a blinded thief
He went and stole away what was left
Of the remains of a family
She'd hide away behind a door
She kept locked
But the walls weren't thick enough to
Block out, angry noises of the voices
That once soothed her to sleep
And she lies, tonight
Underneath a caving roof
And she cries, tonight
Wondering what she can do
And she tries, tonight
Remembering who she once knew
But they've died, inside
Another empty bottle takes a life
This world can be so cruel
She lives her life as a broken tool
And she believes she's unable to fix
This broken machine, and what's the use
To throw yourself at love
If in the end it never seems enough
To be able to get through all of life's broken dreams
She watched her father live in regret
Heard her mother cry in an empty bed
And she swears
This is the best life gets
oh, And she lies, tonight
Underneath a caving roof
And she cries, tonight
Wondering what she could do
And she tries, tonight
But she's out of memories
That she once knew
And she dies, inside
Another empty bottle takes a life
And every little bit, every little bit
Of her wants to see that light
But every single night
Another little bit of her dies inside
She's trapped in her mind
She feels more alive
She feels more alive
In her own dreams
And she's wondering
What's beyond the sky
Could she see the light
If she falls asleep
Cause she feels more alive
In her own dreams
So tonight, she lies
Lifted up through her own roof
Dried eyes, tonight
There's nothing more
That she could do
And they cry, tonight
A daughter that they hardly knew
And she's lost, in time
Another empty bottle takes a life.

I finished the song and looked over at Spot who looked as if he was caught in a trance.
"Wow" was all he could manage to say. "Thank you!" I said smiling like an idiot "How do you do that?" He asked walking over to me. "What? Play the piano or write the song" I said giggling a little. "Both" He replied looking as if he'd just seen Teddy Roosevelt in person. I laughed " well the song I don't know the piano I just play what I think sounds good to me I never actually learned. "Wow" He said again as I continued to laugh at his amazement.
He looked over the lyrics on the paper. "Hey some of this stuff I didn't say like the broken tool part and stuff.How'd ya come up with that?" He asked "I added some of my own thoughts in it." I said looking down. "Well it's great I love it." He said cheering me up. "Thanks."
Hey do any of y'all have ideas on what should happen next I'm having a little writers block.