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Chance: Undeserved but Provided

How many fools who know my name And what I do will dare Walk with me and talk to me As if, for me, they really care?
None, I used to think Would be stupid enough to try To put up with the fool who often Turned his victim's blood to clothing dye.
And even when you approached me I thought you friendship was a lie A ploy to torture the psychopath Who doesn't care when people die.
Surely, you weren't naïve enough To think I deserved a second chance. Baby boy, I've killed so many, Even with death, I'd kissed and danced.
But you were, innocent little insect, And even if you say you hate Me, how many heroes would give a murderer The chance to change for great?
And the hopeful way you talk about me— It makes the boxes — and me — go insane Because I believe, somehow I think, I can make up for all the pain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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