Wake up, day by day, with a dreaded felling of regret.
I lost the one whom I would forever call my own.
I lost my mind, then my heart, and eventually I lost my soul.
I am just a name, nothing more.
The weeping willows are my friends.
They will forever shed the tears I long to weep.
The fire in my eyes is the only weapon I carry against this battle I call life.
Cliche?
I think not.
Honesty?
I think so...
