Leftover Coffee

Looks like I've done what I can

Tried to give my last breath

It was all that I had

So I ruled with my pen

Try to call you my friend

Becoming more what you request

Who's going to finish my coffee now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again

Try to be all I am

Not enough to have your hand

So I travelled far

With your letters in my hands

And then stand with confidence

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again

Put my trust in a man

Who made my garden next to him

But I can breathe on my own

I do not need his backbone

Though it was nice sometimes to lean

Now I seem lost and inbetween

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?

Why do words sometimes grow weak as time goes on?