Strong.- The end

Intergral.
Integral.
Instantly insomniating the irate.
Inebriety immediatly inspires.

Were it not I who gave my kingdom,
To take up this lonely post?
To give away my treasured charm,
To aid those who need it most?

No, it couldn't be,
I'm much too selfish and you're too free,
To take what you want and leave me be,
In shattered pieces,

Well I hope you find peace,
This,
Broken soldier won't stand for you,
One minor let down,
And then we're through?
I've known how you are,
and I've seen how you've been.
I had just thought I could still call you "friend"
But here we are now, we stare at the end,
After a drunken walk home,
And I still can't stand.

My knuckles are bruised,
And I'm just too tired.
To deal with you now,
Go home, you're fired.

I want nothing to do with your 4am nights,
I was never a thought, to try to make it all right,
After so many years, I can finally see,
You were in it for you,
And never for me.

So I'll pick up the pieces, you left on the floor.
And I'll put on my hat, and walk out the door.

And this time will be,
The last that you see,
Of the friend that you left,
And the man who can no longer be,

Strong.