So I pour my soul into something shallow. Turn a
blind eye and let it overflow. Until it's
splattered all around the pavement, and has begun to
seep through a gutter. You slip on a scowl and shake
your head. You're judging me as you turn the other
cheek, and instead of learning from my mistake, you
pour your time into something that isn't worth while.
You're no better than I am.
