I am an accountant
I know how to reconcile.
I come to you
Humble,
With my eyes
Straight.
You, only look me in the eyes
When you show your hate.
Still, I believe
You are my fate.
I come to you
In peace,
With love.
Iβm in front of you,
Never above.
Despite your disbelief,
I accept you
For who you are.
I kept telling you –
You are a star.
I am an accountant.
When I reconcile
The balance is always zero,
A total match.
Any discrepancy
I must catch.
How can I fully reconcile
When your actions are lacking?
Without us both interacting,
I canβt balance
The books.
How can I make up for the difference?
One side needs to add, and the other deduct.
I try hard to deconstruct,
So that both sides will match
And we can start from scratch.
I am an accountant,
My job is to reconcile.
I try to walk away for a while,
My thinking should be versatile.
Until the balance is zero
My mind doesnβt rest.
Our breakup hurts me
In my chest.
I tried my very best
And I failed my part.
What kind of an accountant am I
If I canβt reconcile
Our hearts?
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