I never lost faith in love, I was just scared
All around me I felt the loss in the air
The spring always baffled me;
For the winter was never there
In the basket of life, I felt the dread drawing near
The anticipation was vexing for a simple guy lying bare

I lost touch with my hobbies
I lost touch with my buddies
I lost being that funny guy
Who spoke so angelic; Truly Euphoric with a good sense of that comedic relief
I lost….
Lost the confidence, lost being the player
Lost my patience and a head full of loose screws
Time healed the wound but what about the ruse?
What about those sentiments? What about the bruise?
What about those promises? What about the cruise?
I was a little negligent but, what about you?

You talk about promises but all you do is ruse.
You talk about sentiments but all you do is refuse.
You talk about amendments but all you do is bruise.
You took away the sobriety and let it all loose
You took away the honesty and you took me for a fool
All I ever wanted I was to fall in love, thought you were the muse
I never lost faith in love, I just got used like a tool
                                                                                     -Asher Graves