What's left of this but wasted time
And the need to carry on
If I'm not here, my heart is mine
I live better on my own
What's left of this but balanced lies
And something that's tangled
Even if you bleed my heart dry
If I forget, I won't be mangled
What's left of me but an aching soul
And a confused sense of thought
Whenever I'm once again whole
I'll be the one who forgot
I'll let go of this when I'm able
But now I need to ache
It takes time to be stable
After such a brutal heartbreak
