Here I go again......

Whats left of me is what you left behind;
My blindfold saved the day.
My courage was not where I thought it'd be,
My cowardice paved my way.
In slums of the heart, in black and white,
My colours came to life and died.
My fears were true, and nothing I knew
Could tell you that I had tried.
Weakness in the bone, as some would say,
Though you'd prefer it some other way,
And say that there was always a chance
That things would end with this romance.
That you saw the traitor in my eyes,
My truth overshadowed by my lies,
My fake honesty had failed the test,
A thousand secrets within my chest.
So change is a must, in change we trust,
And life goes on as it always must,
Who stops to stoop in this unending loop;
Left out of misery's merry coup,
I stand and stare with my hands so bare,
Keeping steady on a three-legged chair.
And hope, the disease I carry within,
That strengthens the bones and raises the chin,
To be as much as I was before,
Or a fraction thereof or much much more.