Here’s to all the songs I wrote, the sleepless nights I couldn’t quote. The love died fast, you walked away, while I sit here in dismay. The countless people you told lies, the countless people who cut the ties. You were bound to me; you broke the bond. For one last touch I once so longed. I’ll keep it simple if I may, while you laugh, I cry and chip away. I chip and chip at this stone façade, till it empties out all on my arms. While you’ve moved on, I have not. Don’t cry for me, you’re all I’ve got.