• I'm sorry that I couldn't be perfect,
    I'm a far cry from it, to be correct,
    I'm not worth the time that you spend with me,
    For really in the end what will I be?
    Will I be the one standing, in victory and pride
    Or will I be the one laying, and scared, and hide,
    From the dawn of the new day,
    As the trees they sway,
    From the winds of emotions long and morose
    All due to the one true emotion of this horrid host.
    Which truly in itself is the key to my downfall,
    My self blaming, my self hate,
    All playing part into this twisted fate,
    Where does it lead now I do not know
    I just wish it would show,
    Itself before I went to the brink
    Of what's left of my sanity leaving me only to think
    That I am again the one who's the coward on the ground
    Never really worth the time and effort to be found.