stating a years blissful end.
Its been a war that I've been living,
fighting battles, to only lose my heart again.
I feel tired and drawn,
nothing around me satisfies.
There is a tune I've learned to sing,
"even the best, tell their lies."
Someday's I just have no will,
to go on and live like I should.
The hours seem to be endlessly dying,
you could have told me, but believe I never would.
There is no comfort to this heart,
for no one could ever truly understand.
Just how long is it that I have to live apart,
with no strength to make these legs stand?
Oh the shadow of time is coming,
stating this years blissful end.
You cheer me on to keep living,
but somehow my heart cannot fight again...