Who are we left with

When the lights turn off at night and closing time nears who are we left with but ourselves. when darkness of nights crawls into our skin, who are we left with but ourselves When the water turns on slowly and the shower runs freely matching our tears who are we left with but ourselves When the mind finally breaks and the pain is seen who are we left with but ourselves Who are we left with when our world no longer turns, our skies are dark and days never come. Who are we left with when the fire burns out and our skin grows cold. Who are we left with when the words won't come. Who our we left but ourselves?