You only bring pain You only bring hate You don’t understand You can’t relate Your words are like thorns From a poisonous rose The scent of dying love Permeates your prose I draw the curtains I crave the darkness The light invades me Makes things uncertain I crave the blindness Close the windows I don’t want to see you Or leave the indoors I’m shutting you out Closing you down Don’t want to see your face Don’t to hear your sound I crave the silence To kill your music It grates on my nerves Much too obtrusive It’s time It’s time It’s time It’s time It’s time It’s time It’s time It’s time

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