What right do you have,
to look on me with love?
You have fought for nothing.
You want for nothing.
Youíll bleed, and scream,
and die for nothing.

Thereís no passion, no life,
behind your lies.
No heartbreak
for those mistakes
youíve sentenced me to.

Yet I continue to try
to breach your defense.
But itís useless, and pointless;
this wallís immense.
Iím starving here, in need of you
But youíre up in the stratosphere
playing the martyr like you do.

So Iím coming to terms
with your hateful words,
and Iíll be on my way.
Till one day youíll return
and you will learn
just why I didnít stay.

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