Was too quick to conclude
when alone was truly how he felt
Was too quick to judge
when he done gave and couldn't keep
Was too quick
too quick to realise he was aching more than he portrayed
Truth is, strong was the last option on his list of do's
Selfish is far from what he is
Unknown is the depth of his wounds
And how dare I call him narcissistic when life led him to be
How dare I portray self a saint in an ocean of sins
Life was never kind to him, how dare I demand him kindness
Love never loved him, how dare I demand him love
He can't give what he doesn't know
That,
That should've been my conclusion