What remains is a dream and no more,
    It stays unchanged and worthless;
What remains is broken and torn
    And it holds no hope over from the past.

Your hateful words are but a thorn in my side,
    They prick yet do not pierce—
Do you think I cannot hear your lies?
    Did you think I would not form my own?

Love is an unforgiving emotion
    So let’s be careful not to let it out;
Your needs, that weakness— your devotion—
    How do we know it’s real?

What remains, what stays— this game
    Leaves ashes and remnants of the fallen;
Let us laugh, you and I, at what remains,
    While wondering who will fall first.