Ashes and Wine

Don't know what to do anymore. I've lost the only love worth fighting for. I'll drown in my tear-storming sea. That would show you that would make you hurt like me all the same. I don't want mudslinging games. It's such a shame to let you walk away.

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?

Don't know if our fate's already sealed. This day's spinning circus on a wheel. I'm ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced intoxicating on her lips. Shut it out! I've got no claim on you now. Not allowed to wear your freedom down.

I'll tear myself away, that is what you need. There is nothing left to say but is there a chance?

Or are we ashes?

-- Kate Walsh