Ghost Town

Who do I love? I ask. Who do I love?
He was gone before the third date.
He was gone for years and years.
He was gone for another place.
He was gone to face his fears.

There is nobody to left to love.
And if there ever was, there is no hope.
He is also bound to leave home.
He is also bound to leave me alone.

The thread is thinning and about to snap
The connection is about to stop.
The end is near, the yesterdays are great
But the tomorrows are about to run out.

Is there anyone to love?
Is there anyone to love me?
There is but nobody and everyone is leaving
The party is packed but now we're packing up.