Depleted

For why must you need me to work at all?

Hiding in fear that you might not be used

Now I’m away, insisting that you call

Outside I’m fine, but my heart is now bruised

Someone else played you with the slightest care

Your soul is damaged because of abuse

From being complete to having no air

The machine is broken, bolts are now loose

I try to turn you on, but I can not

You glowed green before the years of torment

Your system was left on for now it’s shot

Safe to say that our time was very well spent

Now you’re dead with the circle in your eyes red

I send you away for my Xbox is dead