Golden

Thinking about my golden years
and how I’ve wasted.
I’ve grown up strong
but then again I feel so weakened.
I’ve gotten sucked into the lies
and now I tell them.
I live and sleep
and dream about the pain and suffering.

But I will hang in there
and yes I have forgave you.
I will move on.
Another winter has hit
and now I feel a little threatened.
When this time of your comes around
then hits the deep depression.
I’ll hang out with only those
that will comfort me.
And the music in this room brings
on a certain darkness.