I maybe sad,
I maybe down,
But looking around,
I see so much empty ground,
Where to start,
My broken heart,
Lies rotting away,
With the wind,
Blowing it a lonely stray,
Regretting I Lost,
Ill never forget,
I am like a complete ship wreck,
With that word,
A Heavy hand,
I Can't understand,
By the way you say,
Making out,
You was completely afraid,
But it can't be that,
I stood their after every whack,
I took that pain,
To protect you,
From less strain,
It winds me up,
For that time you just gave up,
With a new chap,
I just hope he doesn't hold you back,
For the time I spent,
To help you as you went,
I hope you conquer your dreams,
Because my engine has run out of steam,
By james Aykroyd
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