_I am _made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions

Yet I am absolutely oblivious of your obvious tension

My expressions are _painted over_ with a coat of indifference

But I promise, I am listening _and_ pray for your deliverance

My love is expressed a day late and a dollar short

And even then, I’m _blasted_ with a nasty retort

My advice is given, yet riddled _with_ heartfelt _hypocrisy_

For _how can_ someone else achieve, what _I myself _have yet to_ see?_