Unsteady stride, feeling weak, deflates any thought of pride. I have to pull it
together, find my stride.
Caught with my guard down, never saw it coming, the blow to my heart was
painfully numbing. Feel like I'm stuck on a merry-go-round, going in circles, never
gaining any ground.
I've been smitten by love many times in my life, but never before been cut to the
bone by such a cruel knife.