Facing the biterness of her cold laugh,

Until it unsettles my own distaste.

I, but a homely antaganist, that

Lets my words  complete the fry.

Find your own bitter distress,

The world has enough of its own.

I, who must face this onslaught,

Knows where your thoughts are born.

Leave through the door you came in,

And I will live my life alone.

For if there is no tomorrow,

I'd rather face it, all alone.