"The Nobility... of it all" How Noble of you to end my suffering. The heartache of lonely's only unending night. The pain of an embraced wished for, the unforgiving... --- well, you get the point. How truly Noble of you to fill my void, to come in. But is the company of a tear drenched face easier to bear than lonely's only unending night ? Are my tears in exchange for yours the only currency that buys solace ? How Noble of me to think I may have been better alone. On my honorable quest to find the love of all love's -- yeah, that's that nobility **** ain't it ? My solitude to ponder, My self to learn, My world to conquer. But **** those loneliest of lonely's only unending night. I'm sorry giving you teddy bear's just isn't my thing. I'm sorry for loving you more as a person than as my end all to be all. How Noble of me to think I was so noble. The L of Lover is over... done and overdone. I want nature to take it's course, take my course and I'll return the favor. Maybe then, we won't have to rely on THE NOBILITY of it all. What we thought. What we saw. What we felt. Maybe then, we won't have to be noble - cuz the only eyes that see your tears up close, are your own.