Quite Long Enough

I do not fear moving on alone
with a scented candle to light the way
of course it hurts so much to breathe
but I know I'll die if I were to stay.

Life's all about moving on
comfort zones are dark and damp
on a soft mattress and sunken pillow
when the bulb goes out in the lamp.

So I cry tonight when I think again
to leave on with memories that have been
painted over by hate and disgust
when the last years turned to mistrust.

I question why it is that we fell away
some people just run out of love, don't they?
You don't have to talk at all no more
I'll just say goodbye like I didn't before...

and cry for nothing else as I gather my stuff
I've been in the dark now quite long enough.