I don’t see your reason to play
Is there something you know that I do not?
Things I tell you are given away,
Much like I did and left them to rot

When things are seen through a monocle
Not two, not a pair
The acts I’ve committed are still canonical
As these clothes,
You do not wear!

So I anger when the truth is diluted
An answer it seems, must be reputed  

While wrongness and hurt
Plant seeds in the dirt,
For trust between us feels polluted…