I thought I was invincible but I'm not,
I thought I was sturdy like stone,
But I'm like weathered wood and I rot,
And now I'm unsure and stand alone.
I ponder my withered exsistance,
And I debate if it's worth living on,
Too much abuse has left me without resistance,
For my desires to continue are gone.
I believed I was a well tended flower,
Spawned up like a sweet little seed,
But your love for me grew bitter and sour
And the truth revealed you always thought me a weed.
Now sure that I'm a string snapped fiddle,
My spirits you've gone drained fast,
For that once hearty soul has become ever so brittle,
And my love for thee no longer lasts.
