This is a rough draft. - - - What's left of you is an empty seat A heart alone that just won't beat A hectic mind without rest Forgetting me and what is best Broken down and left to rot Remembering what you forgot Just not meant to understand Hating me for what I am Anger made for what I think Break my mast, leave me to sink I comfort you but make me sick Hid in the hole I tried to dig What's left of me is my fear A headphone without its ear Inadequacy is what I am Abandoned me for what I can't What's left of us is no one's care There was nothing that you cared to spare What I fared is what stays inside How much I cared you did not oblige I gave it all but it didn't add up Couldn't tell if you wanted too much Demand with inadequate supply Abandoned by you and your lies Crying out, trying to scream Held back by standard decency Not that it mattered much to you I guess my love just did not do What's left now is what it was Everything within your cause Now staring at the empty seat Is a heart alone that just can't beat