It’s not my place to philosophically get,
it’s not like it’s anything you will admit,
and why would you take a chance to forfeit,
holding onto your cake as you nibble from it?
It’s not in my blood to try and manipulate,
a man’s persona to my own specific taste,
but, when it’s in a man’s blood to prevaricate,
everything just becomes a monumental waste;
the biggest problem that I have with you,
is that I allowed Trust too close to Untruth,
I don’t understand, and, don’t think I want to,
you just reopened some newly closed wounds;
simple as that, you never even looked back,
a difficult concept for my me to fully grasp,
it’s sad see you turn out to be just hot air and gas,
blowing clouds of bullshit smoke up my stupid ass.