I'm 13/4, suggesting that
I misused work and words, perhaps
Was cruel and cold and on attack
I left and let my heart collapse
Relied on reason, logic, facts
A treason to my soul and track
Accomplished and yet sorely lacked
A love above, or near in fact
In tears, arrears, I'm here, I'm back
Regret, I'm wet, get ready, set
Let's go, I know, I'll clear this debt
