Beggar Song

Your break neck speed carves lines in my face. Lines longer than the time it takes, for you to keep your promises. Yes, I alone. I kept the stride for you. I refuse to be the one to beg the scraps from you table. Have I grown dull? My pace too slow for you? Have I not changed with the times? Have the years nor been good to me? I can't take it. I never meant to sink, and let you all pass by. You never looked back for me, and I dove into the lie.