Three, Two.

I haven't tired, the care I had is only depleted

a year is many days with the sun going

in directions I can't follow

its lead me to places

my heart couldn't truly forgive,

there's a sad story to be told.

I've lived many years, forgotten by many

not to say I'm old

to say my mind doesn't sleep

see when I awake, to find the sun shining

I'm mislead to be grateful

as though another chance will be fulfillment

but it's as such, I've grown weary

and a fighter might say I'm not dead,

who's to say the wounds have healed?

The scars aren't mine to admire,

mine to fill an empty space

Melancholy,

it all lies in hope.

Don't look at me, don't dare look.

In the end,

It was love that went astray.