morning light

I hate that you're so silent and oh! so bright!
It makes me feel I'm always wrong and you’re always right.
I hate when you say that you have nothing to say!
It makes me keep all unanswered questions in my mind.
I hate that we never see each other really,
Even though, if we did, I would probably hit you.
I hate not to hate you at all, although I should,
But it's all right…I've made up my mind:
What I thought I knew
What I thought I could or should have done,
I’ll let it fade away.
Meanwhile I’ll meet the dawn, feed my heart with morning light.
I guess I can say:
"Goodbye, I'm going home"