There you go with your head hanging low.
You’re walking through love alone.
Just two seconds ago, he let go of your hand
after walking you through a dim romance.
I could tell from your glass eyes,
And your half-smile hiding miserable demise.
The smoke oozed through your lips,
and you knew you took too many hits.
Now, as you walk half-awake,
you wonder how you didn’t break.
Your fog blinded you from what you missed.
And now, you ask yourself, “Whom was I with?”