i let it be leave elaonor on the ground she hates me while i do my best i offered her my resting place but she declines it like it is a coffin her birthday ends but we keep on going partying is not the word to describe our deeds i close the door now she is left out i am soft but not sweet the taste of thoughtless shit not that of a ice cream cone but am i cutting myself for a choice she makes she wanted to be left alone but gets angry at me for doing so i know this is borderline talk but for me only shame remains