Will I go
out on Saturday nights,
get drunk, dance until the sun is bright.
Or will I stay at home,
crying on my pillow, alone?
Will I forget you?
Is there life after you?
Will I call
our old friends,
and get together for long weekends,
Or will I hide myself in shame
and find myself to blame?
Will I be through?
Is there life after you?
Will I learn
to let go,
and the sight of you to ignore
or will I slip and fall,
when your name they call?
Will I be acting a fool?
Is there life after you?
Will I go on
date,
and try changing my fate?
Or will I close my heart to love
and let my soul starve?
Will I be that cruel?
Is there life after you?
Will my favorite
color remain red
and will I still love the song “Grenade”?
Or will I find solace in black,
and hate all love tracks?
Will I forever stay blue?
Tell me, is there life after you?