Angeline

How reckless the wicked mind becomes
when the inner midnight calls for revenge
I'm trying to forgot your trespasses
I really am, dear old bold friend.

I have something in me that thinks you owe it
that you took something that belonged to me
and there is this other part that totally agrees,
I am in constant argument with myself.

Let go everyone says, bygones and what not's, but I cant
or maybe I don't want to, because I saved you
and then you killed me, well part at least
and oh how I have wanted to thank you

Some claim there are fates worse than death,
my thoughts then take an even darker turn
and there we are, standing the three of us once again
you and I face to face, dear old bold friend