Now the love has left me,
And you're nothing more than human,
(Though I would not call you any less),
You're nothing more than human.
And now the charm has gone,
He too was nothing but distraction,
And faith would never come...
Now the hope is gone,
And even depression,
And desperation have left me.
Since my future never existed,
And faith would never come.
Now I have no calling,
Hardly knowing what to call myself.
Now I have nothing to wait for,
Now I have no meaning,
Now that I long for nothing,
I cannot call myself an artist,
And hardly call myself a student,
Now I am no poet, no dancer or musician,
For I have no substance
from which to build from.
Now that tears have left me,
Both from joy and from sadness,
I am nothing but a human.
And never before have I felt so lost.
Just a sort of draft, will change, hrfbjhrbkbkb, just a rubbishy short one.