Broken mirrors and ripped up pictures are all that's left from the faint remnants of your carried soul, standing alone and I don't know what to do.
I look back on yesterday, it's all just memories of better days of how you brought me out of a dark night instead of leaving me there to fight all my demons on my own, destroying me, killing me.
I don't want to hear it, destroying me and killing my home. You said you would do so much for me but now you've said enough.
And it's time for me to do it on my own.
I'm the one with the last word.
Cause at the end of the day,
when it's all said and done,
I'm the only one left standing there alone.
