Ours

We wrote our love in clean, straight lines

A perfect little script, error-free design

But bugs were creeping underneath

Missteps and little lies, we let them breathe

And soon the syntax started to split

The lines between us growing rough and thick

I tried to save it, but nothing would fit

And you walked away with that closing click

Commands breaking, the system's falling,

Endless loops that keep on stalling.

Oh, I can't debug the mess we've made,