When you've a blood stained sleeve.
How can you accuse me so
When you began this fight?
How can you descend so low
Instead of put things right?
Damn you for befriending me
For now you just deceive.
Damn you for the souless cries
With which you would bereave
Others of their happiness
If you were not so fake.
God, if you would just confess...
It's more than I can take.
Damn you for the web of lies
You've made yourself believe!







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