My fingers shake with anger
As I write this just for you.
And then when time comes later
There is nothing I will do.

I care for you,
Enough to make me wonder.
I love you,
Yet you seem to look beyod that.

For all that was my eyes start tearing,
For all that is the love goes on.
And then it seems that through the clearing
I can barely see the dawn.

You've wounded me,
With words and anger
You've sacrificed my heart for good.

You've hurt me so
And yet you don't seem to care
You're rudeness is too much to bear.

And then it seems that it's all my fault.
Then it seems I am to blame.
You reacte as though it's both my thought
And the anger from which you came.