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