In the end what was left?
What was left from such theft?
You stole my heart with such ease,
Left my crying for you on my knees.
After it all what is left for me?
What to do after being destroyed so abruptly?
What's left for me to do when I am not whole?
How to take back what you so easily stole?
In the end all that's left is a part of me,
The whole person that I was may never again be.
In the end you took all that mattered,
What to do when someone your dreams has shattered?
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