All I do is fail
But for some reason you say I prevail.
I try to be what you want
But i appear to be the wrong type of font.
I say it is my fault
But you say it is not.
If I truly am a treasure to you
Why do i feel my life is a mystery without a clue?
I am dying inside
But it is something I hide.
I desire to run to you
But I am to you just a clue
Of what your life has in store
For you on the way to the other shore....
