I’m quite amazingly skilled in dispelling
The
lingering trust you possess
‘Cause you’ve been honing the worn out
machetes
I used to stab you in the back
And yet you forgave me
again,
Not a clue where you find all this strength.
I have devoured the ten thousand chances
You
offered me to stay on track
And the pointless quest for your
glance
Keeps me company on my descent to hell
And yet you’d
still lay in my bed
Had I run after your when you left.
I graduated in spotting oxymorons
Hidden in the
tales I tell.
You made me notice that the only nemesis
I have
is my own best self
And yet you laughed when I fell
In the
grave I dug in the sand.
I haven’t thought of us much lately
Being busy
trying to ask for help;
Alas, my ego prevents me
From putting
aside my selfishness
And yet you’d put up with this crap
Had I
shown a bit of respect.
I know, I shouldn’t have let you go
And I shouldn’t have let you fall
With me these six feet underground.
Was I worth the scars you got?
I shouldn’t say I’m sorry now,
Shouldn’t wander through the town
And I guess I’m not that perfect, am I,
But you knew that, didn’t you?
Of all the mistakes I made
You’re the only one I’d make again.
