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