I gave you both everything I could,
But apparently you don't want anything good.
You walk over me and think it's fine,
But it's not and I won't stay,
To be used again another day.
With cold shoulders and colder eyes,
You cover yourself behind dark lies,
Saying you need revolution and good,
But I gave you everything I could,
And you turned it all away.
You want to make a change in lives,
And you strive and strive,
But you're running in circles,
Relentless,
Pointless,
It's sickening to hear,
All the things you preach,
All the things you teach,
Before you cover your ears,
And practice hypocrisy.
And as you can see obviously,
You don't give a damn,
About the people that gave their hand,
Offering help,
Offering love,
Offering strength to everything above,
Because they knew that they,
Were just a piece in a puzzle.
And I'm sick of giving,
And then keep on living,
In the shadow of those,
That think they're better.
I offered my shoulder,
Whenever you needed,
But I had to bleed,
When I needed you.
And those that wear Crowns,
And call themselves Merchants,
Few of you are good,
The rest of you should brood,
On what you've gotten,
Yourself into.


**For those of you who are actually good people and were kind (you know
who you are) I'm sorry to leave you behind**

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Ero, in the year 436 AF.