Crushed
Crushed by the fickle hand of fate,
trust collapses, crumbling away.
And all that's left is fear and hate:
love was lost to the games you play.
I was blind, thinking I could see:
so, I fell in love from the start.
And every time you deceived me,
I believed you, with all my heart.
Castaway, with naught but my fears,
you said last night was our last night.
And I cried a river of tears,
as you slowly faded from sight.
Awakened by my nightmare screams,
I question the future I face.
And forsaking wishes and dreams;
I feel broken and out of place.
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