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The Lion's Den
So fearless, You stand up to me against all the odds
Your cowardice is disguised by false bravado
You’ve fooled your friends, family, and bystanders
You’ll never fool me, I know your true colors
You’re a shade of grey that I’ve never witnessed before
Painted across my eyes, Blinding me in indifference
Don’t force yourself upon me, My soul is never that famished
I’ve drank deep in your well, And was poisoned for all eternity
You were everything I loved, I worshipped your steps
Until I realized your path led to the heart of the lion’s den
But it was too late, They were upon me before I knew
As I was consumed, My last sight was you walking away
Never apologize for what you did, Never make amends for this
No bandage could cover this, No words could heal what is beneath
I hope you’re proud of the man you’ve so foolishly become
I hope you’re proud of the friends you’ve surrounded yourself with
I was a child admiring a coward, So foolish and innocent
You took advantage of my stained colored glasses
I was a child torn apart at the seams, So regretful and hateful
You were the nails in my stained glass coffin
Your cowardice is disguised by false bravado
You’ve fooled your friends, family, and bystanders
You’ll never fool me, I know your true colors
You’re a shade of grey that I’ve never witnessed before
Painted across my eyes, Blinding me in indifference
Don’t force yourself upon me, My soul is never that famished
I’ve drank deep in your well, And was poisoned for all eternity
You were everything I loved, I worshipped your steps
Until I realized your path led to the heart of the lion’s den
But it was too late, They were upon me before I knew
As I was consumed, My last sight was you walking away
Never apologize for what you did, Never make amends for this
No bandage could cover this, No words could heal what is beneath
I hope you’re proud of the man you’ve so foolishly become
I hope you’re proud of the friends you’ve surrounded yourself with
I was a child admiring a coward, So foolish and innocent
You took advantage of my stained colored glasses
I was a child torn apart at the seams, So regretful and hateful
You were the nails in my stained glass coffin
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