Justice over Morality
I know I wished him dead
But to hope for justice is not a crime
And for you to bank on my morality
to tell you right from wrong,
Is like betting your life against the odds
When you have none
And everyone heard you crying at prom;
What a pity party
And I’m not sorry you feel sorry
cause the prom dress doesn’t fall far from the tree
You killed them all with evil glares
And dumped their bodies at the quarry
And I’m not sorry you’re not sorry
For you to bank on my morality
Tells me even your narcissisms getting sloppy
And you betting things you don’t have
Tells me you’re a carbon copy
The prom dress doesn’t fall far from the tree
And I remember all the things I said I hope happens to him
You should know by now
I choose justice over morality every time
Just because you feel sorry doesn’t mean I do
Wanting to see fear in his eyes
is called justice, not a crime
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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