If I was a temple, I’d be torn down
If I was an island, there’d be no-one around
If I was an ocean, all fish would die
If I had true love, I wouldn’t have to cry.
When I was with her, my life was complete
And the future was, at the time a treat
What could get better? Well, nothing it seemed
It got much worse, the result of my dream.
The break tore hard, ripped bit by bit
As my life collapsed, and I broke out in a fit
The blood relaxed, but I wanted to kill
And though things have changed, that remains still
My dreams took over, and I smiled for some time
Though life prevailed, and now I show it in rhyme
As I sit alone, wishing to be happy
Knowing full well, that I can’t cos I’m me.
