Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I’ll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to….. I go back to us

I love you much

It’s not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe

And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

dying silently so that nobody notices...slowly and painfully...needing nothing else but YOU