Maybe when you hear me speak
You miss my despair so bleak,
My person, my one true love
Can’t hear me from way high above,
He’s left, and I’m not sure if he’s coming back
I pray and wish for it to stop, but the grip has a very tight lock,
There were times we laughed and loved
But it’s replaced with a life so rough,
My heart bleeds from the inside
But no one can hide,
From the hardship it brings
To our once happier lives.