In the lonely streets of my life,
I stand alone and empty.
Drained and torn,
I can no longer see.
No longer does that happiness
sit way over there.
All I feel now
is the harshness of reality's air.
I stand alone and crying,
tears of a forgotten life.
Not willing to move
when all around me is strife.
Confusion, lost feelings.
Death to everything that was me.
Desparation, depression.
A forgotten nothing is what I will be.
No longer wandering
I await my fate.
Destroyed beyond belief
no longer can I create...
a hope to hold onto,
a faith in all,
a sense of being,
and a love to call.
Tears flowing
and breathing chopped,
I've accepted my fate
because my heart has stopped.
My soul left empty,
wandering in despair.
It will move without passion
as it does now, so plain and fair.
