Why?

Years spent blindly
On a sport
But on the court
A laughing stock

1 year gone
We did not talk
When your gone
I did not stop

Last christmas
I gave you my heart
But this christmas
There's still a cut

Time on court
Eyes on bench
All I see
Your best friend

Maybe its time to move
I don't know
Time will prove
Time will show

Promises made
Are sad to say
They are gone
The next day

Girl and game
Which to choose
Both I want
I dare not lose

God is giving
God is kind
Im still living
Im glad its fine

I need a rant
But there is none
There is none
To hear me chant

Dear blog and so I say
That you're with me
All the way