Indoors sad, blamed, and abused
Your tears hit and burn the tissue
Yet lies crowd your voice without an issue
A gulp of hatred I endeavour
And a fist I form of great power
Hate seeing you like this. I don\'t why. I\'m not your man nor your friend
The sight of our interest came to an end
But their still something I have in my heart
Something that reminded me of us meeting from the start
Your happiness I still care for
Your sadness is hard to ignore
Your laughter I still adore
Please get up from the floor
Walk out your front door
Let me make your sadness exist no more