Why is it that the beautiful moon is ever so tampered with,
and so are my affections around you?
Jealousy, belligerance, and vainity are your virtues in which I see,
although I loved your flaws anyhow. I loved them, or perhaps ignred them.
You are not an individual, you are a grouping of everyone I feel this towards, and just as an angry dog I am motivated to bite and yelp and plot revenge towards you.
But, I know, revenge is not mine. Revenge is His. And, once I find that someone that makes me feel whole, this will be unimportant to me. To me, you'll be a memory.
Drum beat. Bump bump bump.
Cool and steady I am, I walk away. Bump bump bump.