The Cycle of Death and Rebirth
Again I weep
Alone, entombed
I pray for relief
Still the aching continues
From love blossoms hate
Both felt with equal passion
They are but one in the same
Neither brings me any satisfaction
As if I were becoming a butterfly
Transformation begins to take place
All the flowers bloom and die
In this barren land of desolation and waste
And what I have lost cannot be recovered
I watched it diminish completely
Writhing in pain, tormented, I suffered
With indifference, you stood by and watched me
Now you will watch, as the tables I turn
You will know what it feels like
To desperately yearn
Watch this time, indifference now mine
As I set you on fire
Leave you here alone to burn
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