Poetry On Drugs

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The True Villain

At first I didn't see how I could trust,
Someone that was human rust,
But that's when I learned,
You were painted all along.

They never gave you a chance,
They put us all in some trance,
They said you were the villain,
When an angel is all you are.

I told you I'd help you to the end,
For over a year you've been my friend,
I love you like a sister,
And I'm sorry for all the pain.