How did my heart deserve such trachery??
Or wretched, stomped upon and broken...
No thought for what I felt inside of me.
Nor memories of words that we had spoken...
When in the darkness at night I do call.
Our love, as real love can be.
Then accept that you destroyed it all.
Some still moment of antipathy...
Hatred in your heart for staying still...
Trapped in a moment where you could destroy.
My Heart, My Soul, My Feelings of your will.
Then put blame upon my Soul so coy...
In the evening, when the stars are high..
I lay in the darkness ever asking "why??"
