Destiny's Lifeless Garden

I wonder if you even know,
Or if you even care
Whats it's like to wear these shoes
Made from isolation and despair

A destiny of no control
Always hanging by a thread
I can cry on my own shoulder now
As I lay down my weary head

As naked as Winters barren trees
Alone like a lifeless garden
So empty like a hollow shell
Like stone, I have been hardened.

I seldom have the joy of simple chat
Like the last child picked for dodgeball
Or the path of a Black cat
Annoying little pest, it must be a gnat!

So if you want to know, or you even care
It aint pretty, my friend beware..
Just too much of a living hell
Excuse me, I've a soul to sell...