I was wounded by our duel, but I wasn't allowed to cry,
I lost my sense of reality, you said it's now a tie,
Your grip against my youth have caused me trust deformity,
I went too far for us, but throughout we were a tragedy.
You wanted my colors, teal, mint, green, and yellow,
You were black and gray, and you were too shallow,
You're too indecisive, so I took the major role,
If ours was a newly-built home, I was the pole.
In sheep's clothing, you appeared to be a leopard,
You're into gambling, in a deck, I was your last card,
Down to the floor, going up to your inconsistency,
We're once a litotes, not too bad, but purely revelry.
I abandoned the mustang that you pushed down the cliff,
In the middle of nowhere, you keep on hearing grief,
You made a mess that you can never clean for decades,
You'll run from our almost, you'll be haunted by our cascades.
