Sobering

i distance myself little libra why do you deign to sit on your fence of virtue that i would not blame it's sobering don't waste your lust keep it in and i see how you paint walls but never run out of ink if somehow the blocks would give way maybe i'd try if fortitude smiles and then fades would you question why but you'd never ask me time spent for nothing all that is gone but it's not all about me soon as it went