When all things are cold and bleak,
and your countenance demands to be free,
when there isn't a ray of sunshine left,
all you have to do is turn to me,
do not hide your anger,
beneath all that you are,
turn into something,
that casts you far,
for i fear the person you become,
anger blinds,
even loving eyes,
and changes everything it keeps,
i wish it never happened,
so i wouldn't have to see,
what becomes of one in anger,
you're now different to me,
so now,
above all else,
i make this last request,
finish what you have started,
let it all come to an end,
take your anger out on those who deserve it,
not on your only true friend.
