In spite of your shored attempts to not lose face somehow

You're all elated, spent, split, and caught up in whatever face up to your mistakes

Slowed down and abacinated by your narcissine endeavors

Smile: your withered face does not [relate/array] without

Fess up, you've played your aces out (elapsed sense, lost the count, counteracted, disavowed)

There's no sense in acting gеnuine, since we now know bеtter (past tense runaround, everyone's caught on now)

Zealousness won't confirm your clout

When all's been said, will you choose, instead, to affront and cut losses with whomever

Provided, that is, that you'd make out with a few less weighted thoughts that give way to introspective melee, arrest brash follow through, and suggest new points of view

Your logical stock can't make sense of mad regard

Red eyes bled astray, and you've hacked away to sever your thoughts that float but can't come down to relative ground

Why do you feign, when truths can't negate whatever loose sense might weather

Imbibe it in, quaff! Those blessed fools can't relate right now

Because the rest who can't see your clandestine ways, give up

Fess up, you've played your aces out

There's no sense in acting genuine, since we now know better

Zealousness won't confirm your clout

When all's been said, will you choose, again, to disdain whomever, however

Provided, that is, that you'd make out with a few less weighted thoughts that give way to introspective melee, and arrest your follow through

So come unglued