Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice Have turned sour once more Upon my head lies a bright neon halo It's blinding light can only appease One's insipid resentment for so long The weight on my weakened Shoulders increases As you recover sight Progressively A disposable smile discretely veils My contempt for Your significant innacuracy Words have never been this painful I beg on my knees to win your acceptance Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice Have turned sour once more Upon my head lied a bright neon halo It's blinding light has faded I should have known better A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed Only then will you know how much I have resented your company That day will come