Spending an hour and a half alone made me think.
A lot. Way a lot. About who I've been.
And mostly on what I've done.
May be I deserve all this shit.
I took away people's happiness.
Now it's my turn.
I guess god has it's ways to punish me.
Made me realize, I should thank him.
At least I realize it before it's too late.
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I wanted to let you know all about it.
I wanted to reveal all right there and then.
I wanted to show you what's deep inside.
I wanted to prove to you that you're wrong.
I wanted to tell you all about the mendacity.
I wanted you to decide, right there and then,
which person would you look in the eyes,
and say that you believe them.
I guess god has it's ways to punish me.
Making me unable to convey the message.
I should thank him for making me shut up.
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Those words you said pierced right through me.
It didn't even for once occurred to you about feelings.
I guess I was right about me being wrong.
This time, we're two different sides of a coin.
I could have easily pushed all words back to you.
Make those piercing words hurt you back.
This time, right at your heart.
And I'll make sure I leave a deep scar.
A scar which will bring fear,
Each time you look into my eyes.
I guess god has it's ways to punish me.
Making me hold back my piercing words.
I should thank him for making me patient.
:: It brought the Old Daddy Bastard right back ::
