A stone thrown from
My throat to the pit
Swallowed like poison
Accepting the hit


Stomach in knots
Anguish in mind
How I could I let
My thoughts get behind?


When you said goodbye
Your slow sad ok
Turned my heart sick
My tongue got away


You're so accepting
Yet I so unkind
Acting the rebel
My voice was too blind


I'm sorry I'm sorry
Regret bites my lips
For I close my eyes
When mockery trips


Hypocrite, fool!
I've done it again
Sick to my stomach
Sick over sin


I really am proud
For decisions you make
I'm just not quite great
At avoiding mistakes


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