Eyes red, cheeks wet, heart broken.
There’s nothing left I can do to save what was left between me and you.
What was left between me and you was broken.
I’m sorry I’m not stonger; I can’t hold out any longer.
I wanted it to work out but it seems the only way to get emotion from you is to make you shout.
I’m sorry I just can’t seem to fix what I did.
But I admitted the truth instead of keeping on the lid.
I have nothing left, nothing left to give.