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IKE - What’s Left of Us? (Acoustic)

What’s Left of Us? IKE The day of my grandma’s wake, You swiped at home, made your escape. Grindr open, you didn’t stay, Left before I could look your way. We got back, why, for your regret? Was I the victim who couldn’t forget? You begged forgiveness, said you’d change, But your promises still feel so strange. We rebuilt, or so I thought, I gave you trust I shouldn’t have brought. But respect is gone, love’s a fight, And all I feel now is spite. What’s left of us, if it’s only lies? What’s left of us, when the good days die? January, the cycle starts anew, Testosterone high, and Grindr too. I was moving, breaking my back, You were swiping, staying off track. And yet, we tried again somehow, I hit restart, like it’s perfect now. You can trust me, I’ve changed for real, But the scars remind me how to feel. We rebuilt, or so I thought, I gave you trust I shouldn’t have brought. But respect is gone, love’s a fight, And all I feel now is spite. What’s left of us, if it’s only lies? What’s left of us, when the good days die? We lost respect, you can’t see my side, We lost trust, you kept doors wide. We lost the friendship, the bond, the flame, Now intimacy feels like shame. I wonder if there’s truth in the smiles, In the days we felt like we ruled for miles. Or is it all just convenience, gain? A lesson in how to love through pain? Do you even laugh, do I even try? Am I the support, or just the supply? We rebuilt, but it’s built on sand, A house of cards, it won’t withstand. Respect is gone, love’s a fight, And all I feel now is spite. What’s left of us, when it’s all a lie? What’s left of us, when the truth won’t try? What do I challenge in you, if anything at all? Was I just the cushion for your fall? I gave you my heart, you gave me the bare, Now I’m left wondering if you ever cared. We rebuilt, or so I thought, I gave you trust I shouldn’t have brought. But respect is gone, love’s a fight, And all I feel now is spite. What’s left of us, if it’s only lies? What’s left of us, when the good days die?