In the aftermath of love, I find myself alone,
Haunted by memories, your presence overgrown.
A bitter taste lingers, in every word you've sown,
Love turned to ashes, in a heart that's overthrown.
Oh, the aftermath of love,
Like a storm without the rain,
We dance in shadows of what was,
In this bitter, twisted game.
Though I hate you now, I can't deny,
The remnants of love, refuse to die.
In the silence of the night, your whispers still resond,
Echoes of affection, in a heart that's bound.
I try to shake the feeling, but it won't let me be,
Caught in this contradiction, of love and envy.
We were once a symphony, now broken melody,
Two souls entwined, in a web of treachery.
But even as I curse your name, I can't help but see,
The beauty in the chaos, of our twisted history.
Oh, the aftermath of love,
Like a storm without the rain,
We dance in shadows of what was,
In this bitter, twisted game.
Though I hate you now, I can't deny,
The remnants of love, refuse to die.
In the aftermath of love, we're left with shattered dreams,
But amidst the wreckage, a flicker still gleams.
For even in hatred, there's a trace of love's embrace,
In the aftermath of love, there's still a hint of grace.
Oh, the aftermath of love,
Like a flower that's lost its bloom,
We're left with scars that never fade,
In this bleak and empty room.
Though I loathe you now, I can't let go,
Of the love we shared, in the afterglow.
The aftermath of love,
Like a flower that's lost its bloom,
We're left with scars that never fade,
In this bleak and empty room.
Though I loathe you now, I can't let go,
Of the love we shared, in the afterglow.