They never understand;
Or ever comprehend
The severity of my decision.
I'm convinced I have control,
Yet those I dearly hold,
Keep hold on their derision.
I know I'll find remission
For commissions and omissions;
My love was never so cold.
She'll say I never loved her;
There always was the other
Stopping us from growing old.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
They never understand;
Or ever comprehend
The severity of my decision.
I'm convinced I have control,
Yet those I dearly hold,
Keep hold on their derision.
I know I'll find remission
For commissions and omissions;
My love was never so cold.
She'll say I never loved her;
There always was the other
Stopping us from growing old.
