When words just echo in your head and you try to remember when and by whom they were said,
When memories are all you have left, scars so many you can’t remember by whom they were left,
In the middle of the night you awake in the dark, hoping some never left,
You dread that morning sun, as it reveals the truth of your empty home, where love once lived,
Your words are as meaningless as the intentions you once had, you don’t dream much anymore, your dreams have left.