Are all i'll every know,
Without a soul to care for me
Fate dealt it's harshest blow.
Better to have loved than lost,
Or so the saying goes,
I'd rather die a thousand deaths
Than be missing what i know.
I know that once you felt for me
I saw it in you eyes,
But once i was a man
Now i sit alone and cry.
You left me here on my own
And took away my pride,
As you slammed the door behind you
A piece of me died.
A shell of what i once was
Empty of all feeling,
Perhaps i was made to suffer
Is this what fate's revealing?