Moultrie, GA, USA
Fade, I shall, my life, my flame
I ask myself, repeatedly, am I to blame?
Wondering, pondering, searching for the truth
I've wasted, destroyed, thrown away my youth.
Now, alone, I sit here, and fade...
Thinking of the life that I once could have made.
Too late I realize, too late to save,
Too much, I admit, is the change that I crave.
It is said that you learn from the mistakes that you make.
Though learning these lessons has caused me to break.
Now as I stare at myself in a glass
I think of the times, the present and past.
So pick it up, hold it, and cut with my blade,
Watching, feeling, my essence, now fade.