Damaged Goods

Caught in the past, a web of reminiscence.
Holding it's loss in your heart.
Gone for long and you are still,
Powerlessly clinging to thoughts that make you ill.

And all this hurt makes a breeze magnify,
Feelings erupting, lava ready to cry...

Your mistakes have been replaced,
Liquor wasted, a child for the disgrace.

You forgot to send love to the witness,
Still looking back and missing present bliss.

Give him back what you took away,
His souls a broken disarray.