Rants of Dementia 3- A Change In Weather

Rants of Dementia 3- A Change In Weather

I have felt the weather changing,

My temper heats with the cold,

And now my memory is fading

In your mind I am told.

And as the sun sinks behind the storm clouds,

A sharp chill strikes my spine,

But my heart still burns with ire,

As I see your doing fine.

When you decided you didnt need me

You left without a Good Bye

And as this loneliness takes me

I sit alone and start cry.

For Ive learned your with another,

Who will hold you this cool night

Ill wish I had only tried harder

Instead of giving up the fight.

I just let you slip away

Saying simply I understand

For an explanation I asked not

No reasons did I demand

So as I sit here alone

Singing to my empty glass

Ive finally got the courage to tell ya,

Lick. My. Pasty. White. Ass.