Frustration grips your inner soul
Like mud wrestling by yourself
There is no way to win
So you lay there self defeated.
Anger at your own inadequacy
Your blindness at the situation
Unable to see what was expected of you
And deaf to the signs and warnings
You classify yourself a failure
But it’s worse than that
As others see your shortcomings too
Stuck in the mire and unable to hide
You offer yourself as a sacrifice
Before understanding that
You've already become one
Such is the pain of a lost love.