You've left me here stripped naked and cold, but not in the sense of my body. The sense of my soul. Left alone and sitting in the dark I can only pray for a brand new start.
You've left without a word. The silence eerily pleasant with a tint of sorrow, for I have lost the best person I knew.
You've stabbed me in the back and murdered my name, but this isn't really a game.
You've left me beaten, bloody, and bruised with nothing to say I can no longer look at you because it was I who was the fool. To think you could actually love someone like me was stupid and now I'm gonna be closing the curtains.
