What's Left of Me

One shot of whiskey to dim the memoriesTwo hits off a joint to calm the nervesThree lines of blow to give me the courage All to finally forget...herA chance encounter, we met at rock bottom I saved her life, when I didn't even want to live my ownShe forced me to climb, when she was struggling to stand.We are Liam and Juliet. Two broken souls, just trying to get by. Merely existing in a world of darkness. I'd lost everything. Even myself. She thinks she can save me. Little does she know...there's nothing left to save. But if she thinks she can find a sliver of light in the black of my soul...then it's hers. She can take what's left of me.