Perhaps you were blinded, by your ego, by your pride.
While every effort came your way, you felt you deserved it.
Out of a good heart, my good deeds came overflowing.
It's time the floodgates were closed,
It's time my colors went shades of grey,
I should let you succumb to your pride,
I should let you feed on your ego while,
In your presence I cease to exist.
Or don't you know, "A heart that always understands also grows tired."