I'd give my glass eye to have you back by my side, but then you couldn't stand the sight of me. To Keep you my catch, I'd wear an eyepatch, but you think it looks too piratey Arr If only we could see eye to eye or at least stand each other. Perhaps the strings of life could align and we could stand together. There's always something, it seems, to conspire to keep us at arm's length. Too much baggage, i once believed, but now i see you don't like that I'm an amputee Peg leg! Arrr Let's turn this boat around and set sail to lands so lush and clean. Just pay no mind to my festering wounds and tha slightest bit of gangrene Arr I'll set sail on the seas to spare you the sight of me all maimed and mangled and marred. I'll presume you don't want me because of my deformities as I disregard my misdeeds. Arr!
