All that ever mattered to me lies a waste in a grave
The truth is I never wanted to be but you made me a slave
Entrenched in false hope that I too could be loved
But i know noone ever cared that much
The past is so far behind us I no longer can see
And all that I once lived for is no longer alive in me
My heart is failing inside I feel it beating slower
Crushing endeavors pressing me into corners
A faithlessness I can't shake
A barren wasteland of mistakes
Shrouded in regret and fear
I forget my purpose here
About the Creator
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