What right do you have,
to look on me with love?
You have fought for nothing.
You want for nothing.
You’ll bleed, and scream,
and die for nothing.
There’s no passion, no life,
behind your lies.
No heartbreak
for those mistakes
you’ve sentenced me to.
Yet I continue to try
to breach your defense.
But it’s useless, and pointless;
this wall’s immense.
I’m starving here, in need of you
But you’re up in the stratosphere
playing the martyr like you do.
So I’m coming to terms
with your hateful words,
and I’ll be on my way.
Till one day you’ll return
and you will learn
just why I didn’t stay.