The Wicked Will Rot
We have all the time in the world to kill
So let's converse over my imperfections
You did it all the time
Even when I was standing next to you
Why should now be any different?
You already shattered
My self image
With your self righteous
Fist of disapproval
I guess when I wasn't there
I wasn't there period
Was I
No
Trust is not an option with me anymore
My secrets are my secrets
I've been pushed into this state
Of discomfort once before
I cannot act like it doesn't bother me
My eyes strain
Clearly enough for you
To understand something
You lack of compassion
Will never allow you to see
Writer/s: A Life Once Lost