The finish line

I wonder around lost in words 

Flow by anger saddest and fear 

As a tear fall from my face 

I feel hurt confusion and scary 

You was suppose to be there till the end

Holding my hand 

 you leave me behind 

you dropped my hand along the finish line I looked back suffering from confusion standing all lonely at the finish line as I cry feeling betrayed 

how could I let my self become this lost stick in the last tear searching for the last tough 

I see now 

there me picking up my lem hand walking the finish line 

seeing the shadows of which you use to be 

now their nothing but shame and defeat

 as I fall to my feet 

I see you in the sunlight you all warm 

as my heart cover with ice

 I see the finish line somewhere we should of been 

but the finish line is what it is called the finish line 

where everything comes to a end