I take the things I do not want;
Attempt to chase the pain away.
Though I know it’s all a farce;
I do it anyway.
I know my actions lead to sorrow;
Somewhere down the road.
For in the end I know for sure;
She is not my heart.
A moment it is and nothing more;
Repeated time and time again.
Pressed against the shadowed wall;
I take what I please, and give nothing in return.
She is the toy I do not favor;
Something just to pass the time.
Yet in the end I know the truth;
I am still alone.
