I am tired of your candlelight love.
Flickering, fleeting display of passion.
How do you know your'e all i'm thinking of?
And flaunt yourself in a teasing fashion.
Now i'm dont with this game, I just give up.
Opression is with the solitary.
Discarded love, like an abandoned pup,
or a useless portable property.
It kills me to say it, but i'm not yours.
And you cannot use me at your bidding.
Because with my tears i've mopped boundless floors.
Perhaps the pain you cause is unwitting.
My heart has reserved for you a great place.
But now it is the world that I must face.