Pride Before A Fall Poem by Annabel Lee

Its done and you've lost, look how much pride has cost.
There's no light, nothings right.
There's no stregenth left, no fight.

And I feel all you can not show me, I see through the fake and phoney.
You want to know me now? How?
You won't.

Fear is your voice, loanliness is a choice.
Keep smiling like its all so nice.
You're paying the price,
you'll keep paying the price.

It's done and you've lost look how much pride has cost.