All this time we danced around the truth,
And still saw nothing of what it truly is.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be recognized yet,
It might be better off unknown.
Does it really matter why I’m still here?
The point is that I’m wasting away.
Maybe you could so the same with me,
Fade, and paint redemption across the past.
For all the wrong reasons is no longer an alibi,
Just an excuse for all my failures.
I can no longer imagine a happy ending,
But I can see a way of getting out alive.
I’d tell you my story, but words won’t do it justice,
Even to show you would leave gaps in it.
So empathy for me will have to do for now,
Its just easier to be like this.
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Be merciless people
