When there's no more you, is there half of me?
Wasn't I all that was supposed to be?
Should I worry now or just wait and see?
And then after that, do I call it free?
Should I weap and moan for unfettered loss?
Should I curl in bed and let grow the moss?
Should they see me hang on my bloody cross?
Was this all because you just can't be boss?
Do I worry how they all see me now?
Do I look for one who can show me how?
Do I stand more pain than life will allow?
Should I tell my friends you're a big fat cow?
Will the lonely nights be all that I spend?
Will this broken bleeding heart ever mend?
Will this be my life long romantic trend?
What to do now that words are at an end?
