Predicate

Don’t begin to fear
Got no weakness
Nothing left here anymore
Burnished is my heart
Like polished ice
It’s bleeding in your sun
You say we are just friends
Friends that give each other more
Told me this won’t last long
I’m sorry to tell you
This is lasting nevermore
Don’t stray at my door
You I shouldn’t have to warn
You told me you would one day up and leave
Thanks for coming round
The future I had found
Then I threw it in the nearest bin
It didn’t last long
Aren’t you glad

© 2006, Mosquitobyte