Though you may think this is like the love song

The same one I sang to you sometimes

The same one I use to redeem my faulty self

Though you might think I'm lost

So lost till I sound so pathetic

So lost in the road of what was right

Though you might see me as a mistake

That very thing you never wished to be so tangled with

That very thing who lacked your every insight

Though you may want to run away

So far till I become a memory

So far till I disappear from your subconscious