You may go and I’ll watch with a heavy heart
As I see you turn from where we were at the start
I’ll be stood in this place where we were once stood close
Where our lips pressed together, where I held on to your clothes
I’ll remember the feel of the skin against mine
Your breath in my ear , in my mind I’ve developed a shrine
Is that alright for you?
For me to stay and wait here, with a loaded gun
You may not be the one to shoot it
But without you I’m done ?