What I'M Left With
I gaze at the smoke filling up the ceiling,
Probably got myself hooked by this feeling
Who would have thought we'd come this far?
But now this room's empty from bittersweet to sour
Will you think of me tonight?
How you and I turned wrong things to right?
I can be a masochist until you feel no more,
'Till that anger in this relationship lose its power
Beat me with my cursing unbreakable past,
Slash me with that undying truth 'till it last.
Is my love really not that worth to keep?
Maybe we really have loosen our grip
Should I eat my heart out and die in emptiness?
Guess' I deserve to drown myself in this solitariness
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