Screaming.

I'll scream it from the skies,
I'm dying inside,
And it's all from your lies
You can deny all you want
I've heard your cries
You've seen all my tries
But true love dies in your eyes
You've said all your goodbyes
Maybe it's my turn to close my eyes
I'm tired of trying,
Tired of dying,
And of all the lying-
No more relying
And no more crying
You have not torn up my pride;
We will never collide,
But at least I'm not dying inside,
I guess this is goodbye.