writers write their poem
singers sing their song
I don't know for how long
this is being wrong
but I do know you're the blame
that makes me live in shame
your excuses were lame
I know I'll live in fame
kill the secret darkness
torture the mess of all this
or heel me with a kiss
no, it's not you I miss
leave me be
I shall not call for thee
I'll survive, you will see
without you...
I will be free!!!