Discarded piece of trash I feel I've been used up and now you're through and all that's left is skin and bone. I wander 'round in search of home.
I don't mean to exaggerate, but how could one withstand such weight of grief that drowns and suffocates, I hope hope comes 'fore it's too late.

Where do I go from here? And who am I without me?

Are you the one who made this mess, or is it me? I must confess I'm not quite sure I can forgive, the scars you left keep memories fresh.

Where do I go from here? And who am I without me?

Did you ever love me? Was that the best that you could do? Did you ever love me?