The number of times I've done something wrong,
The number of mistakes I've made
The number of times I've been near inches from murder,
The number of instances I've faked
At this rate I should be Pinnocchio,
With the number of lies I've told
The number of words that have attacked the world,
I should have a knife at my throat
Every day I've lived I've committed a crime,
The number of stolen hearts
Shattered and vandalized as they are,
Now they've been torn apart
I deserve to be at gunpoint for the things I've done,
Handcuffed should be my claws
For trying to take out the eyes of all those,
Who judge me for my outer flaws
But the epitome of evil, the worst of all sins,
Was the one I didn't mean to do
Now I should be begging behind bars,
For I had murdered you.
~Via
Have you ever felt like you were the reason for changing someone? For replacing them with someone new who can never make up for the one you loved?
Have you ever felt like you were the reason for the end of someone else's happiness? For someone else's life?
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