You have furnished your home with memories of past lovers and negative emotions stream through your blood.
Holes punctured in your walls from broken promises and a cracked mirror in your corner, your room is as homely as hell.
Eyes blood shot from too many sleep less nights spend wishing he\'d call one day you\'ll realise its time to let go.
You have shed remnants of the old you and they lay like ashes upon your skin, you breathe out smoke from the fire burning within you.
You have allowed your room to crumble, the only thing to do now is build a better one.