But I was a woman once
Someone who thought they had all the time in the world
A girl ,a woman who onced dreamed of life, breathing in her own body
But that dream is dead and buried
With my cups
Everything that made me a women
I stand over it's tombstone
What am I now?
A disease ridden shell
So worthy of praise
But I'm no warrior
I'm one so filled with emptyness
What do I fill the emptyness with?
I wish I could fill it with dreams
What you do when your dreams turn into regrets?
I can't fill myself up with regret