The Note

Finding fault is never easy,
Least of all when it’s allways yours,
Just a fragment of a broken will,
And a sentance from a note left on the floor,
I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
I only said i couldn’t go on,
A stoic manner begets a fever,
Whitch boils inside my dormant heart,#
A lack of action betrays a purpose,
That’s fueled me from the very start,
I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
I only said i couldn’t hold on, and on, and on,
I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
I said i couldn’t hold on,
A fleeting moment in my lifetime creates,
A memory that will never fade,
A change in passion much more than scenery,
Creates a life that is never staid,
I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
I only said i couldn’t hold on, and on, and on,
I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
I said i couldn’t hold on,
But you never really wanted to know,
I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
I said i couldn’t hold on,