You have a habit
Of letting your ego thrive
At the expense of all the better things that could take its place
And love is wounded in the face of pride
You have a habit
Of stacking your problems up in the attic
Till you have the courage to face them
Or they come caving in on you
You have a habit
Of killing the beauty that could be yours
By gathering and holding on to ashes
Till frozen hearts painfully thaw away
You have a habit
Now,
I'm one less hazard
One less headache
One less time bomb waiting to detonate
Because I'm gone
You have a habit
I wished I could help
And I tried
But it failed
Because
You have this habit and old habits die hard.