Walking in the wreakage of another
Has made me turn to others
For guidance and comfort and solitude.
They try but I can't shake the mood.
You could say it's an exercise of the mind
Yet I don't mind that my teeth grinds
As you walk away with no pain in your eyes
While my eyes can see truth in the lies.
But it is my ignorance that is used as the tool
To make love blind and you the fool.
So my love, being untrue, is foolish
Making me the fool and you the genius.
So, with hesitation, I'll say I'm sorry too.
I'm sorry that wasn't as long as I wanted,
But for once I feel better about losing you
And, half-hearted, return from the departed.