[This is not my desire]

[Caesium]

All you'll ever be

Is another distant

Memory

The way you looked at me

Is the way you should

Oh be free

All you'll ever see

Is how they want you

All to be

 

 

Now you're not with me

The air is clear

Can't you see?

Over and over I rhyme

To get the fear

Out of mind

Now I'm filled with hate

Guess this is what

You call fate.

 

 

Any feedback/comments would be appreciated, See if you can guess what I'm trying to convey as well