The Alamo 1836

If I could make an honest attempt
To join the battle
And commit to consequence
The lines are drawn
I've stayed behind to pretend
That I'm fighting to win
But I'm too afraid to lose
So I'll never join
And this war goes on
Without conclusion

If I could just walk away
A surrender of sorts
Knowing you'd not bother
Contacting me again
Maybe that's for the best
I'll miss you less and less
But for now I can't wait
To tell you all my secrets
And maybe you just don't care
For resolution