You pressure me for love I cannot give
Love no longer in my hands
Love no longer in my heart
Love no longer streaked across endless nights out
Love that no longer shares a bed or cries tears together
Love which no longer sings out of the soul rolling into seamless scenes surround
I have no more love to waste on ears which do not listen
On selfish hearts which crave only that which they cannot have
On hands which only fumble for me after weeks of absence
On a man who only looked at me with love once I walked out!