It’s like you are blind
Except you’ve chosen this view
You’ve hallucinated this dilemma
All because I am not with you.
Well I’m not sorry to say
That I haven't an apology to tell
You had every opportunity to recover
But yet you still whimper where you fell
And since you’ve made your bed
I hope you find comfort in its coarseness
Is this clear enough for you?
Or do you plan again to contort this?
You can interpret what you want
Though your sight may be blurred
You’ve made your outlook opaque
You can’t tell me you don’t concur.
And if you truly do not
And you are just that far gone
Then I hope you wipe your eyes clean
And that in time you grow strong.