Infinite Succession, An Exercise In Futility

Don't be surprised if I forget your name It's nothing personal, you understand?! I just don't play these games It's not for pride or because I'm reluctantly shamed It's because I moved on the day's fruit was my aim I know that I promised to be this or do that But those promises were lies, a fortress quelled by facts I know that you loved me and that word's lost it's meaning But you have to forgive and let time begin healing My pride stepped in front not allowing conceding Insert foot into mouth, how bout now are you seeing?! It's just your prerogative telling all of your woes Cowardly kinder as your weapon tale concoction seep flows Now I became scapegoat for your truth and the lie Ignorant, veinly feigning false pretense of you, oh my I sit now and think "is this more time that I waste?" "Should I be somewhere else breaking bread? Making haste?" Just another conjunction of illusion regressed If this is conclusion then there's no resolve, a test... We just live confused, convoluted, unresolved and depressed....