So when he turned around and left to never come back,
I cried my heart out to the unknown and the misty.
I laughed at destiny and the funny games it plays,
with rhyming words, a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey.

Living in denial gave me an abiding hope,
like it couldn't ever die, it could never die because he belonged to me.
But today his touch didn't speak to my body, his kiss wasn't the same,
He was gone, leaving several scars and ****** marks on me.