Sitting alone in this empty room,
Wondering what's to come.
I don't have much to offer;
Yet, what I have is up for grabs
If they think they want it.
A desolate soul,
Consumed with grief
Over what I had in you.
An empty void,
Looking to be whole again,
Just like I was with you.
And as I watched you walk away
That day --
Broken, on the ground.
I couldn't help but feel this way . . .
I knew the end was coming;
I saw it in your eyes,
Long before that day
When you said goodbye.
Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 2:35 AM UTC
Sitting alone in this empty room,
Wondering what's to come.
I don't have much to offer;
Yet, what I have is up for grabs
If they think they want it.
A desolate soul,
Consumed with grief
Over what I had in you.
An empty void,
Looking to be whole again,
Just like I was with you.
And as I watched you walk away
That day --
Broken, on the ground.
I couldn't help but feel this way . . .
I knew the end was coming;
I saw it in your eyes,
Long before that day
When you said goodbye.
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