Don't know what to do anymore

I've lost the only love worth fighting for. I'll drown in my tears, don't they see? That would show you, would that make you hurt like me?

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?

I'm ill with the thought of your kiss. Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips. Cut it out, I've got no claim on you now. Not allowed to wear your freedom down.

me machuca tanto ._.