I'd like to think of my flaws as redeeming,
Because I can't even get my words right.
And with the natural binding of promise and truth,
I can't help but pledge my ending plight.
Deterioration, a slow decay
Of all that seemed to get me through.
Negotiation, sanity for relief?
Not enough time to get through to you.
Indecision is purgatory,
This is a risk that should be taken.
But you decide to wave a finger,
Leaving my reasons to be forsaken.
That's just fine, I'll leave you to enjoy
Your simply broken fantasy.
Sitting among the shattered remains
Of your precious vanity.
All my attempts, made in vain,
I only tried to matter.
Either you love me or don't.
But I guess you chose the latter…