"I want to talk about us",
you say with empty words.
All your troubles and disruptions
you created for yourself.
And everything I created with you,
you destroy with a single word.
From your cirlces of hell
not even you can escape.
For you I would have been the sun,
but you don't need the light.
Who can make a rainbow
when all they see is grief?
only a mad man like myself...
I would have given you all my love
as I no longer need it
who has the patience to constantly build sand castles
while you constantly destory them
only a mad man like myself...