i knew that you wouldn't change, but i bit my tounge and swore, resigned myself to carry on despite you.nnbut you would not match my stride and cried, foul! foul! how could you expect me to care about somebody else?nnand after all, who would expect anything else from you?nnyou would not apologize for what claimed you'd never do.nnyou guard your hand like there is something brilliantnnwaiting to play itself off.nnand when you move to strike, everthing will wall into place.nnbut i'll call your bluff. i know you're all talk.nnand the words that come outnnthere will be nothing left but promises.nni wanted it to be different, to see truth where it did not fit.nnbut the harder i looked, the farther you seemed from it.nnthere is a cadence here, i guess, for every measured misstep.nni put one foot forward, and you take two steps back.nnso just say what you want.