So much love fell by the wayside.
Failure on failure, down on pride.
More than once lightening struck.
I can't put it all down to bad luck.
That's an easy old excuse to make.
But so much blame I have to take.
Holes dug for myself, lots and deep.
And so many promises I didn't keep.
Alone by the wayside, you'll find me.
The place I probably deserve to be.