I shall not apologize for who I've become,
though you may throw spitballs and sparks.
I shall not be ashamed of all that I've done,
though you taunt me with shards of broken hearts.
No, not a smidge shall I deign to budge,
though clouds of letdown kick up at my feet.
I shall not bow down, let my frame be smudged
by the cost of a love that has grown bittersweet.
I am not sorry, nor will I ever be;
that is the long and short of me.
And if this you can't see, if you won't even try,
I'm afraid I must bid you a sad, sad... goodbye.