There are times I still shun you With a cold face, just a front Though you request my help, I am met with A calloused wink, rough resentment, Meet rusted taste, just a front Salt degrades it swift and sound Left helpless to fight against the vow. Left bear, my thoughts bled, left alone, misled My heart beats, one, two, red, and blue Forget it, I can’t keep track, with every skip And every color that slips through my fingertips, I am reminded that I alone lost my grip. Before I give up hope, and notice old burns They threaten my will to hold on tight, the rope will slip, they make certain. What a wasted investment, chips to purchase a concept, it never showed up, farewell my friend Justice, you forgot to visit me for the last time, good riddance to that lie. |