I'll start with an apology, solemnly, to make up for the one you never gave to me

Properly, probably, you didn't even know that it was necessary,

Honestly, this disunity,  that has come to be between you and me,

Bothers me,  so deeply, because it questions our compatibility,

The quality, of amity, is strained to limits of insanity,

Our policy, of clarity, was crushed under the heels of our vanity,

Equality, between you and me, is choking on our sensitivity,

And probably,  especially, the intensity of our wild duplicity,

 Means finally, sincerity, has become the scarcest of commodities,

So sorrowfully, this cannot be, and it's the end for you and me.