• In my bed,
    I lie awake.
    So filled with sorrow,
    So filled with hate.

    My chance at life,
    Has been forsaken.
    My chance at love,
    Has been taken.

    Disappointment,
    At every end.
    So, was I meant,
    To be a mend?

    Have they left me
    To die in sorrow
    Is it my fate
    To see tomorrow?