My Weakness
My Weakness
You are my weakness, you always have been,
I sit here waiting for you.
My love all wrapped up to give away,
And you take it, giving me little in return.
My heart is my weakness, it always has been,
It never betrays anyone but me.
Always giving beyond what anyone asks for.
Then I have nothing left inside.
Love is my weakness, it always has been.
It makes me look through rose-colored glasses.
I can’t see who you really are,
So I’m left alone, broken and waiting.
Anger is my weakness, it always has been.
I let it inside my soul and it dictates to me,
Finding myself unfulfilled and empty.
And the world seems barren and lonely.
Happiness is my weakness, it always has been.
I miss the little things that I should see.
All the negative pieces of my life escape my vision,
I never see them until it’s too late.
Life is my weakness, it always will be.
No matter what I do, I inevitably lose something.
But I know in the end, I’ll win,
Because I’ll never give in to my weakness.
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