Alone.

I'd look for something.
I would say we're not friends.
Only so anything.
Your just like a fiend.

Hateful and wicked.
You looked at others as dirt.
Yet you you look at me as hated.
Though you choose me to flirt.

I didn't know how to explain.
The sky painted with clouds.
And those clouds cry rain.
And the rain is in crowds.

You know how I feel.
Yet the storm goes on.
Soon my death bell peals.
And you see nothing whereupon.


My freedom stopped there.
And the fire quits it burn.
And those don't even dare.
And now I can't return.