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I have yet anouther ballad, this it's because my bff got an offer to be in the Us touring of "Cats," and I'm gonna miss her because if all goes well, she could start touring maybe this summer and I'll never see her again. Anyway, here it is called: "What's left of me."


“What’s left of me?”
A ballad by Melissa T,


Time is flyin’; people are changing, into something new
Oh, into something new
Friends are leaving, saying their goodbyes
Oh, saying their goodbyes
And I’m left here alone, wondering what to do
Oh, what to do?

*chorus*

And every night since the day I found out my friend could be a star in the wings. I’ve lied on my bed and I said: “What’s of left me? What’s of left me? Things are changing, life is getting stranger by the minute, and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. What’s left of me?”

I feel like everything is changing without me, leaving me behind
Oh, leaving me behind
I’m starting wonder, if my career path is right
Oh, is it right?

*chorus*

And every night since the day I found out my friend could be a star in the wings. I’ve lied on my bed and I said: “What’s of left me? What’s of left me? Things are changing, life is getting stranger by the minute, and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. What’s left of me?”

Oh lord, oh lord and savior: give me a sign, tell me if I’m right.
Oh, tell me I’m right
Cuz now, I’m so scared that I’ll be left alone
Oh, don’t wanna be alone
And tossed aside, like yesterday
Oh, like yesterday

*chorus*

And every night since the day I found out my friend could be a star in the wings. I’ve lied on my bed and I said: “What’s of left me? What’s of left me? Things are changing, life is getting stranger by the minute, and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. What’s left of me?”


Oh I don’t why I feel this way
I could just be jealous or maybe afraid of change
A change that’s gonna come, sooner than I want it to
I guess I’m just afraid I’ll be forgotten
Never remembered again, by anyone
Oh, forgotten by all.

*chorus*

And every night since the day I found out my friend could be a star in the wings. I’ve lied on my bed and I said: “What’s of left me? What’s of left me? Things are changing, life is getting stranger by the minute, and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. What’s left of me?”

What’s left of me?
What’s left of me?
What’s left of me?