Back to Black

Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy.

And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked

I'll go back to black.

 I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the
Walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words,
I died a hundred times.