I appreciate the guilt that you’ve placed upon these shoulders.

With every breath that I take my blood runs a little colder.

You stepped out of bounds when the grenade landed in this court.

Every step after that is beyond a last resort.

You won’t always get away with these things that you engage.

And I’ve drifted into the shadows as I quietly watch your stage.

Before I turn my back, can you show me your true face?

If I hold up a mirror will you see the disgrace?

With this, you’re six feet in the ground.

There is no way for broken trust to rebound.

I find ways to hit where it hurts the most.

Leave you lingering in the eyes of some, like a ghost.

The blame won’t be on me in the end.

You did it to yourself no matter how much you pretend.

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