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I may be a sinner, but it wasn't me this time..
Trying to defend myself once again in this trial to prove my guilt.
I’m standing here stripped naked…
accused among a jury of critics.
Your faults are far greater then mine,
but only I’m exposed by hypocrites.
Verdict now pending.
Just pretend you don’t hear me confessing…
I’m taking this last chance to tell you the truth,
prove my innocence.
We tend to fall for every pretty word,
which was more then enough and not even what we need,
but that’s what keeps us coming back for more.
I just kept falling for you.
Why should you see through me,
When I fell for so much more?
There is a lesson in all of this,
you know?
The reality is I’m still a part of the greater evil,
but how could you blame me?
We’re each born with our own purpose,
and mine was nearly perfect.
People like us poison the mind,
we live by lying for the honest.
Deadly,
although we’re already dead inside.
Consider us a disastrous disease.
Cancer like this spreads throughout society…
we feed.
I’m everywhere you look,
a part of everyone you meet.
Bound and bright,
hung up in neon warning signs…
to modest to be seen.
I’m sorry we’ve let everyone become so infected,
I swear…
I’m sorry about everything.
But every story deserve a choice… now give me one chance to change my ending
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Published 17th Jan 2010
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