nShe doubts my lovenWhile I’m on FirenShe feels like the only nWhen I’m a lier.nnBut now she’s gonenAlong, with my love.nnHow little thingsnCan make the man feels like god.nBut how few thingsnCan make the woman feels that love.nnAnd now I am an empty spacenA hollow shell without a face.nThe bigger half of me is torn awaynThe bitter half of me is on displaynnAll the flowers, all the candlesnAre replaced by cigarettes and bottles.nStupid deeds word unspokennAnd now my heart is broken.nnSee me standing frustratednSee me standing rejectnJust a shadow wit no name.nMy eyes are turning rednBlood rushes to the headnAll efforts are in vain.nnBitter man ot the edgenHis life has turned into ashnHis love has gone away.nTrying hard not to thinknThoughts on drinking an sinknSink down in his hate.nnThat’s me……..and the bitter hurt.