worst fault

Worst Fault

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You came by in a Sunday night

Armed with a violet skin

You ran to me and I asked why

Took you in my bed to sit

 

I knew the reason why

But I had to ask why

You were so lonesome to die

And yet so eager to lie

 

I knew this day would come

But I was still undone

Everything was planned

But no, it was hard

 

Told myself what to do

I must abandon you

Leave you there in the cold

Set myself free and go

 

I couldn't help it, there was this feeling

I couldn't stop it, I kept on sinning

This act was a fault all along

I would hate it like the worst song

 

You brought it to yourself

Yet I cleaned up your mess

I cursed the night I held you

You ended up to be cruel

 
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