Let's be honest; you're my first sip since my rehabilitation.
I'm not at my strongest, but I'll try to keep a hold of the situation.
I'm not attempting to race forward but I surely cannot go back
to a town that leaves you cornered when the world's under attack.

Let's be fair; I’m hopeful at the thought of emotional redemption,
but I’m unprepared and too preoccupied with keeping your attention.
You feel so different but all I know is that fear looks all the same
when you’re chosen first but then left out because you’ve never really played the game.

Let's be real; you're beautiful and an unexpected surprise
who cut a deal with the Fragile without the clever use of lies.
But I’ll second guess it all because that’s my only reliable defense:
connecting dots, tracing lines, until the truth mirrors uncommon sense.

Let’s be true; we’ve all had a dance or two with catastrophe,
but I haven’t a clue what to do with these walls that live around me.
I’m not a sparkling first impression but I value openness,
and if you can see the worst of me then you can understand what's left.

I was never looking for a hero.

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