dripping tears
seers the decison
to over come my vison
as a head on collision
its hard to regret everything i said
i've been led into a trap
without the reference of a map
some would say i have comitted a sin
i've been driven into a rit
i've been living a lie
filled with depression and despise
i have no confession
while all who cry
sigh with relief
and stick with there belief
it all seems unfair...

 
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