Fallen
I used to love to write What happened to my spirit? What happened to my fight? Slowly but surely It went away Hiding further and further Each passing day The struggles of life Too much to bear You had promised To always be there But every new challenge Brought in a new fight And the dream of what we would be Was drifting out of sight I tried so hard to answer Each and every plea But I couldn't make you happy And you blamed it all on me If only I could do better If only I could make it right Maybe you would be happy Maybe every day wouldn't end in a fight Your words cut deep Into my soul Your short temper Left my heart with a gaping hole I gave you all that I had But you still cried for more I gave you every last drop Until there was nothing left to pour You pushed me to my limits My spirit you did break I tried to stand strong But oh how my soul did ache With one final blow, you finished me off I was nothing more than a cheap whore ...