What you want

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night,

Shining with the light from the sun,

The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming,

The moon's going to owe it one,

It makes me think of how you act toward me,

You do favors and then rapidly,

You just turn around and start asking me,

About things that you want back from me,

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger,

Sick of you acting like I owe you this,

Find another Place to feed your greed,

While I find a place to rest.

Maybe someday I'll be just like you,

And step on people like you do and,

Run away from the people I thought I knew,

I remember back then who you were,

You used to be calm, used to be strong,

Used to be generous but you should've known,

That you'd wear out your welcome,

Now you see how quiet it is, all alone!

The End

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