You painted the possibility
yet I never told
You laid it on the table
impassioned and bold
You said you’d bear the burden
I refused to fold
Despite your calculated words
that spun a fool’s gold

Now you run away
covering your face
And strand me here
burning in our disgrace
How simple you are
to think you can erase
The rips and stains
you wreak upon lace

So cloak yourself in shame,
and leave me to dwell
In this empty place where
you played me so well
‘Cause even amidst your
cowardly-lade hell
I’ll protect you, and will
never, ever tell.

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