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Blank, another blank confession Is it really a confession? This cop has a hint of doubt in his eyes It’s not hard to tell I’ve seen this expression in the face of my friends I guess I’ve never really been the type to be figured out Not since my father… (Sigh) what of my father… Forget I said anything Mike, more like dink ha-ha I only joke; he’s a good friend of mine though it’s only been a short time I’ve tried to keep him out of harm’s way along with his sister, Marie But the more I try to protect them The more I condemn them to pain, condemn them to suffer At the hands of their emotions At the backhand of a drug dealer who never really knew how to defend himself Cause now he receives the work of a slave First, under his father’s watch and now under his brother’s But I admit, they both should share a prison cell like they shared meth They poisoned a potential girlfriend, the dear sister of my good friend Something I could never forgive but don’t forgive me Just have pity on me I’m not a common criminal, just an uncommon vigilante I’ve been on the run for years Escaping my past only because I can still feel the sting of hurt Feel the sting of my past constantly haunting me Everywhere I go; it’s the same old story… I wonder how many people have I hurt I wonder how many lives have I improved I wonder how many people miss me I wonder how many people are trying to contact me… I wonder…I wonder if my father is alright