Your excuses seem to be improving
I applaud your phony plea
You can even justify your fake defense
With a falling of your knees
I can even believe that you’ve changed
And you’re no longer soaring with tainted wings
But I’ll never forget how strong your defense
Of request, attempts, for everything
I’ve never forgotten your words of white
Stained by your acts of black
If I’m supposed to see a clear conscious here
Then I’ll have to turn my back
Never again will I feel the same
You’ve stepped on everything
And all the things I ever loved
Your heart, your faith, your wings |
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