Finsh it Up

Fail your every wish
the setting of your fixation on me
is far from reasonable excuse
i am gulty as i am accused
Of gunning for a point
Stirring my finger tips in
miry clay
The marks are uncanny
if you could see how this colour matches
the shade of your shadow
You find your own reflection an image
of your regret
Jaded you`ll hate yourself
but you will never be able to find me
when you do