It’s just not fair, it ain’t right. How much I try, and yet it all falls flat.

She says it’s not the end, but is it even worth my while. I am wasting my precious spoons, after all, or will this time, it come to pass.

If history is any indication, it will be that way. but I don’t want it, no I don’t want it to sway towards dismay.

I’m done dismantling my heart, but I can’t help to think it’ll just be the same as before....