Predictions of the past have now come to pass.
Taken for granted and thrown just like trash.
Promises, hearts, loves have indeed,
been destroyed and abandoned through emotional greed.
I wish I could say I remember good times
before all the hatred, betrayal and lies.
Constantly yearning to be loved and accepted,
yet always being hurt, deprived or neglected.
People always want to be loved and be trusted,
but never take notice of how they neglect it.
I feel like dying, sometimes I might say.
Life's pleasures and treasures I feel melting away.
Missing good times, I never could have,
My feelings of sadness are masked by my laugh.
The love I possess is real but untouched,
because of a world that's cold and corrupt.
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