I'm empty because you are almost gone,
You're satiated because its you who has withdrawn.
I'm torn because you are everything I have got,
You're stitched up because that is something I'm not.

The last cigarette has been lit and your eyes bid me goodbye,
I held out my arms and you turned away in reply.
I will cut them off today and tie them with a chain,
Solely because you are never going to call them home again.