One last song until the emotions burst and explode,
One last call until the feelings are numb, then gone.
What now am I still hanging on for?
Holding on until there's no one left around,
Abandoned and insulated.

Always swore to myself
Not to be taken again by a pretty smile and a promise of
friendship;
But these damned emotions keep on flooding over
And leave a mess when they're gone.
So what now is there left to say
When all the words have lost their meaning?
What now is there left to do
When that broken heart doesn't want to heal itself?

One last drag of the cigarette, then it all burns away,
One more bitter glass, then it's all a blur.
What now am I keeping hoping for?
Holding on- but there's nothing left to keep holding on
for,
Forsaken and lost.

Always promised myself that no matter what
I'll be okay on my own, fighting my own demons.
My energies and emotions are spent and gone,
Death is all that's left for me to look forward to.
So what now is there left to do
When all the bridges got burned and I got stuck on the other
side of life?
What now- is there even any point of living
When my broken heart doesn't want to mend at all?

Why's the music doesn't help mend the pain anymore?
Why's the needle doesn't subside those feelings anymore?
Where have all the people gone?
Where have all the bright colours gone?
Who do you talk to when there's no one left around to talk
to?
And where do you go when there's nowhere left to run to?

So what now is there left to do
When my pulverized heart has given up on life?