the dreams we shared were precious
what we strived for was ambitious
they said we were young
free, wild and high strung.
but the world to us was colorful,
the love that we had? boy it was wonderful.
now im not so sure, my heart shattered on the floor!
i pick it up through the pain, though its no use
my body cannot handle this type of abuse.
when life and love take a toll...
what is left to live for?
