Lost Soul

So much loss has killed my heart.
I got in too deep, too soon,
But eighteen seems too young to die.

So many things are gone
That will never return to me.
So much loss has killed my heart.

Friends, morals, respect, faith, hope –
There is nothing left to me anymore,
And eighteen seems too young to die.

They flew from my soul
Like sand through my hands,
So much loss has killed my heart.

I can only blame myself
For my untimely deathward spiral,
Because eighteen seems too young to die.

I gave these precious things away –
Parts of myself I can never gain back.
So much loss has killed my heart
Yet eighteen seems too young to die.