You're a passing moment, almost gone.
The sweet old feeling that was always wrong.
A lesson of patience not rewarded.
A moment of hurt forever recorded.
Your words almost forgotten for good.
It's the actions I'll have trouble with, I never understood.
I think you're the kind that gets pleasure from my pain.
A person who likes to fill my clouded mind with pouring rain.
I'm ready for the sun to come out, something I long to see.
It's been far too long, life is still patiently waiting on me
I don't want you to hurt, It's just that I'm just done.
Putting up with your games, you're no longer My One.
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