The Nightmare

The Nightmare

For I thought she had loved me
 But I was wrong
 Wandering the desert of emotions I had to be strong
 She had first loved me so I thought
 In time she changed her tune
 For it was in the late month of June she
 Said that we were through
 I really didn't know what to do
 So I turned to vice filled with liquor
 Which made me feel much bitter
 I kept calling her home and hanging up
 We spent such good times together
 But it was all an illusion
 So I decided to get a tattoo
 Finally I hit rock bottom
 Recommitted myself to the Lord
 Spent time & prayed
 It finally found what I was searching for
 For the nightmare was all over
 But I still long for a girl
 To put her head on my shoulder
 Will have to wait until I get a little bit older