Material things don’t entice me
Empty promises don’t count as a remedy
Flowery words are pleasing to the ear
With apparent intentions clear
Is this just an infatuation?
An effect of my subtle imagination
This relentles game of tug of war
How I wish it wouldn’t end up in a scar
All I know is that I’m tired of this dance
Might as well give us a chance?
You have gone way past this armour
Consistency, that is all I am asking for
— The End —