Forlorn

Come walk a mile in my shoes before you write me off your actions prove you cunning my actions overlooked no longer will I misjudge on the account of my lust my virtues of your kind slowly fading away I often wonder what's become of what I've grown to know as love I reminisce of days gone by your innocence gone now you spread your wings and fly (away) why can't I find that deep inside what you once were it troubles me but now I see why you must leave time again damaged fate.