I knew the taste of a feast.
How come I now feel the hunger?
I knew how to party.
Now I'm content to stay at home and wonder.
I knew what warm rain felt like pouring down on me.
Now I only know the bitter cold, that has infected my soul.
I knew the way your hand felt in mine.
Now I only know the absence of your touch.
I knew how it felt to be in love.
How come I feel nothing now?
I knew what it felt like to feel safe in your embrace.
How come the touch of another feels like such a waste?
I knew the sound of you voice.
How come I didn't have a choice?
I feel so fragile and frail.
Although no one knows because I hide behind a veil.
It doesn't seem fair.
I guess that it's the burden I bare.
I now know that the only "choices" I have is how I handle my despair.
