Growing weary, feeling tired; heartless!My loss tears me, pains me, kills my trusting.Do you even know that you were artless?All that could have been is lost and rusting In the piles of dreams and hopes I tastedAs I waited thinking you would be there.All my thoughts of you that I had wastedWhile I lost my time, and dreamed of your care. This is my fault, I was so believingThat your words of friendship carried meaning.I ha...