I'll indulge you that you never spoke truer.
I'll helplessly hand it to you.
Because I always dejectedly handed it to you.
My soul, my breath.
Solely because it was right, that's what you said.
...for doing the right thing.
Because that's what I do.
The right for all of the wrong reasons.
And I still wear the sorrow.
Inside and outside of my sleeve.
Scowl all you want, please. Me, too.
