Cost Benefit Analysis



Has Your mind been made up yet

Are your words yet forming

on the tip of your tongue

discarded all your worthless entry

into that Awful book

the one I called my heart


Oh I think its surely for the best

that this cycle be broken at its peak

Because its a cycle for a reason 

it gets up high then it plunges back to the ground


Don't come to my feet and plead for my mercy

cause for you I possess nothing of the sort 

Go cry to your books and magazines 

The things that can solve your puzzles


Nobody's perfect 

you'll learn that someday 

But for now just as you were

I wasn't good enough for you 

or so you though

The truth was you weren't good to me