Not who you thought
No, I'm not who you thought I would be.
Yes, I let you down, a broken limb on a tree.
If you take a step back, maybe roll the dice.
You would find my heart lay dead, cold as ice.
I have none to curse but me, only I am to blame.
It's unfortunate, this man that I've became.
I can't amend the past, it is what it is.
But at least you are warm in those arms of his.