The living we'll do, will be after we're gone

You ripped me apart,
Left me to die,
Didn't care about any of tears that I cried.

The lies that you told me,
Hurting worse than the cuts,
The face in my mind,
left with nothing but dust.

The faith that I had,
no longer exsists,
Tears that I cried,
dried up and gone.

The living we'll do,
will be after we're gone.