All the bad
that I've done
can't be summed up
with my pen
All the time's
that I've cried
can't be consoled
by a friend
All the lie's
that I've lived
All those live's
that forgive
All the time's
that I've tried
Yet again
I would sin
Biting the hand
of the one
who would feed
Believing the hatred
and ignoring my need's
Exploring the wrong
and again I would fall
deterred from the truth
wondering where do I belong.

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