Abandoned by many, loved by none, left alone one by one
So hurt and disgusted, broke and misdirected
Its beat so faded, where once it was elated  
Been through it all before but still wanting more
Hoping, Wishing, Praying for time, for healing, for thine
Craving for understanding, for passion, for love, It can only look up above
No where to run to no where to hide, even when there's no one beside

Empty space all around, no one ever to be found,
Alone again unwhole again, might as well get used to it,
Can no longer see the use of it, Always broken and unspared,

Life of course is unfair, It thinks its a spare, A backup, An understudy or just an insurance of someone elses race, to once again to have been found to have been broken a thousand and one rounds.