For there I´d fail you.

For there I´d fail you.

I have a problem you know what it is,
don´t breathe the words "steaming weakness."
Don´t give "why don´t you" suggestions.
...

When you´ve fully fallen face first into regression
Scream down the deep well that i´m on my way to
remission.

This "steaming weakness" hardly deserves to be blessed.
I have a problem and you know what it is,
just another word uttered from lips one day I may kiss.

My faults are obvious,
not wanting to cling to anyone fuss or obsess,
though the very life in me won´t let me love less.
(The rhyme here was not planned)