Fine Tuning

when i found the truth it ruined who i was
new foundation like clockwork
i could not close my eyes
i thought i knew hatred; i laugh at that now
who i was i could be again
this leash i hold wearing thin
black to remain clear to move on
if i look back, salt will stand still and i will become the useless pillar
i could be again in your way
vinegar in your eyes
strawman argument like clockwork
i fail again; my surface intentions
i fail again in my deepest intentions
all the while black to remain