I used to beg, and plead to God,
''put me through anything but a broken heart.''
nothing hurts worse than that...
then i got a little older and i realized,
there is worse...
loneliness,
grief...
but Maybe it wasn't my begging,
or pleading,
that left me to a lonely life...
Maybe i did this,
Maybe i caused my own strife...
pain and suffering,
two words i know oh too well...
no one knows the hell i go through...
not my best friend,
not my shrink...
no one...
no one knows i lay in bed at night,
and think about how i did this to myself,
Maybe it was the harsh words i used,
or little ones,
with an impact...
i will never know...
ill never know what life would be like,
IF i did this,
or IF i did that...
but i do know,
you cant change the past...
Lord knows Ive tried...
with every spell and wish...
you only get one life...
please don't waste it...
