The years of waste, and tears of haste, I struggle on to keep the pace. Where are my friends? I thought they cared, to hear from one has been quite rare. Looking back at wasted years, they hurt so much I drown in tears. With crushed dreams here, and chances lost, mistakes I made at such a cost. Reduced to watch what people have, I cry and wish for what I had. Worse than I thought, perhaps it’s so, caught up in time that moved so slow. Crushed heart, alone in its drought, who understands how strong is my doubt? With pain of regret, of all the failed tests, I still must stay strong to face what comes next.