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The night it ended

That was finally over

That was your idea of good bye

My good bye was a year ago

Now I am going through physical sorrow

Borrow star's lights to create dreams

Tears screaming to be release

I close tight, and swallow

That is not how I wanted it to end

I had fear, I had rights to fear my safety

You knew you were losing control of me

Losing me being dependant upon you

Now I let these sorrows paint face

I let all my pain pour from my heart

To rain on to my pillow, to burn my dreams

With shaky hands, I turn our pages

When I want to roll them up and throw them

Throw them to sky and collapse

This is not how I wanted it to end

However, I knew it was going to end

The only way it would end is

The way you wanted it to