THE FINAL TIME

I don't see us beating the odds this time, A bitter truth, a fading rhyme. I don't know why I keep trying still, Instead of letting go against my will. You've shown your true colors, stark and cold, A story in harsh realities told. And I won't let a man, no matter who, Treat me like trash, that much is true. So I would say, with strength I find, We are through, our threads untwined.