I Used To Have

I used to have a reason to get up and fight for truth. I used to have light in my eyes to know I’d be with you. I used to have a lot of things but now all that I do - is sit here alone, remembering home, wishing I’d been true. I used to have a family. I used to have a home. I used to have friends, things I could call wins. A foundation made of stone. I used to think I’d always have the things I held on to, but I lost and they’re gone, so I sit here alone… wishing that I’d been true.