So far, you could say I’ve tripped over my dignity.
Not enough, then I choked on my pride.
And as it’s coming up, I would much rather die,
But I realized ego is quite the lovely drink.
When you carried me home, I dropped my manners in the street,
And now my self-worth won’t even call me back.
Groping the walls in hopes of finding the right path,
Even my soul is trying to leave me.
I’m sorry I mistook your kindness for blooming love,
The way you held me close to stop from falling,
The way you smiled like sunshine when we first met.
Well, today you could say I’m over you, kind of.
Curled on up a cold tile floor, retching and bawling,
Don’t misunderstand. I haven’t surrendered yet.
* 頑張れ（がんばれ / ganbare） is a Japanese phrase that roughly translates to “You can do it!”