I can't do it.
I can't be that kid anymore.
That sick, twisted idiot
who just sits back to watch.
I don't want to be the one
to watch them hurt you.
I can't stand letting them
abuse you any longer.
You did nothing wrong,
yet they show no mercy.
They throw brutal strikes
against your gentle white skin.
What was once the face
of my beautiful angel,
is now the bruised
and beaten image
of a tortued soul.
And I just sat back
and let them do it.
I hid my face
behind the the watching crowd,
while they vandalized yours.
I am just as sick, twisted
and wicked as those who shattered
you that day.
When they insulted you
I should have fought back.
When they striked merciless blows at you,
I should have defended you.
But that's all I can say now.
I should have, I should have.
