Don't you think...

You diary sat there
upon your desk.
I took a look
and read your words
about all the things
that I've said.
Constantly judging
my way of life.
Don't you think
you should move on?

'You say you know
how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone
with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence
constantly judging me.'

I read your little book
and found
that you need
a reason for
everything I do.
Don't you think
you should move on?

'You say you know
how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone
with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence
constantly judging me.'

Alone I sit  
waiting for the answer
in which you shalln't give.
You think your perfect
with out mistake.
The damage of betrayal
To Hell with your reason.
Don't you think
you should move on?