Music an escape from reality
A release from pain
A simple chorus
Brings the depression
To an ease

But instead of music doing
That to me
You do .

You make me hold on
Just a little bit
Longer

But it makes me wonder..

When you leave me
Broken and shattered like
A mirror
Will you to have bad luck
Because of me
Or do you believe in
Superstitions like the
Rest of the naive world?

Ever since you left
You gave me hope
Something to grasp on

Now I'm free falling from a
Man with god like hands
To the depressions down
In hell.

I'm left here guessing
How someone so strong
So loving and caring
Could drop someone
With a fragile heart
To fend on their own

Honestly you make me
Question my own existence
And you made
All that my trust was
And will ever be
Evaporate.

Now
I am
Nothing but a fool.