My soul is wrecked;
and so very spent.
Not with nickel and dimes
but loss of time.
As all sped by;
mine stood still.
You would shudder
at what I could tell.
As it goes unspoken;
and simply spent.
Not with nickel and dimes;
but loss of innocence.
What was taken,
will not be returned.
What was forsaken,
is etched and burned;
in my heart for all time,
and spent.
You say you know me.
You say you understand.
Do you really?
Do you think you can?
Feel this undying pain;
something that aches
and can not be explained;
just spent.
Each day comes
and each day goes;
wonder where it went.
Wake me up
from this night mare;
my soul is spent. |
