The more you harp on my guilt
and sin, the more convinced I am
that you are right - the faster I run
I’m not hanging around to listen to
you run me down, I have already
done that, already tried
To force my body and spirit, heart
and soul to relinquish this life in
which I am indicted for doing
Too little, too late, too clumsy, too
inappropriate; I had hoped that love
could somehow make this life right
But not in this time, not in this
place, not for you; I’m sorry,
it’s not your fault at all…
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