We have reached the end of our lines
We won't have any chance to be revived.
Our things are being taken out one by one
The world is leaving us deprived.
Or atleast my world is leaving me once again
In a place I will have to pick myself back up
It seems impossible when you have nowhere to go
Sleeping on a corner like a waisted trollop.
All because you couldn't let go of your hard head
Not thinking whats best for me in this harsh place
You just love watching me fall down
A never ending, heartache of a staircase.
Your suppose to be the one I turn to
The one that always leaves me to be thrived
But you have given up on yourself if not everyone else
You have torn me away from the good world, deprived.
And all the times I picked my head up off the ground
You sat there and didn't say any warm thoughts
Instead you made me feel sorry for your misery
Pulling my condfidence down, to be one with your naughts.
For I am a broken soldier fighting the wrong war
The war of your insanity that which you've connived
I was suppose to be aiming for the stars
But instead you leave me at the bottom, deprived.