This night is so cold
that I can no longer sleep.
Again you're not there
so why do I even bother to see.
There's no passion or fire
so why do I strive for you?
You're too cold
and shun everyone that opposes you.
You fear me because of your desire and
you avoid me because of your demise.
I can no longer stand your secrets
So I'm leaving you far behind.
Your heart can no longer call to me
and your screams are all in vain.
You hate me because you can't control me.
I hate you because you can't make up your mind damnit.
You envy me, because of your greed and
you try to destroy me because
I can do one thing you can't do...
And that's Moving On.
© 2007 Kyneme
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