I believed what I wanted to,
now I see what i've been missing,
every time I decide you've given up,
you appear to change your mind.
the repetition is growing tedious,
you can never set yourself straight,
there's nothing in the circumstances to fulfill,
after it's worn, it's starts to wear off,
you're not owning up to your worth,
the meaning's decreasing, you're losing your hold,
i'm finding appeal in everything you aren't.