I hear your good praise,
But it comes too late
To erase your ways.
Isn't that just great?
I know that this is good,
And that I should be glad.
But you've misunderstood,
And you've just made me sad.
Your approval is wasted.
It just makes me think,
Of the lies I've tasted.
The two are in sync.
You're worried you'll lose me,
Well I've got some news.
You may not agree,
But you've seen the clues.
Where was this before?
When I needed it.
Was it such a chore?
Even just a bit?
I keep looking for a break,
For these wounds to mend.
It's been keeping me awake,
Will this never end?