Going with the motion 

Hiding the emotion 

Fearing the end of day--

What can I say? 

This is just the end

I lay penned 

Under your hate

I feel the weight 

Of your heavy heart 

As you begin to start 

Why must it be like this?

Why must it start with a kiss, 

And end with a commotion 

This is just poison.

Let it end.

For my sake let it end.