No place to live; no place to sleep;
Nothing left for you to keep.
Your lover threw it all away,
And now you have no place to stay.

There’s nothing left of you to care.
There’s nothing left for you to share.
Your heart is broke, and so are you.
If facts were known, you’re truly blue.

Fears have grown throughout the years,
And brought you many nights of tears.
There’s no one left; nowhere to go;
No one else you want to know.

But, someone else’s trash
Is someone else’s treasure;
Someone else’s scrap
Is someone else’s pleasure.

And when you least expect it,
You’ll find her near the exit;
And she won’t care if you’re used,
And you’ll no longer sing the blues.