Don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve lost the only love worth fighting for. I’ll drown in my tear storming sea, that would show you, that would make you hurt like me. All the same, I don’t want mudslinging games. It’s such a shame to let you walk away. Is there a chance? A fragment of light, at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?