The measure of a man is judged by his actions
Not by the way he walks, nor by the way he talks
For many are guilty of infractions
But to me that is no shock

Reflection is a virtue, that few understand
I don’t like the person I see
The hurt caused for the upperhand
All the pain and all the misery

The ones I love have turned to strangers
Bad habits and fever dreams
I continue throwing myself into danger
As if I know what it all means

Maybe I should have put up a facade
Let these feelings continue to linger
Allow myself to corrade
Yet you replaced me in anger

I’ve gotten good at hiding the guilt on my face
A cold should has become second nature
You felt as soft as lace
You were meant for someone much greater

If you were a ship in the sea
Then I would be your anchor
Holding you down from where you belong to be
So sell the ship, go and find a banker