My Mistake Your Downfall

Helpless, may be as good as dead, forgive me i left you. Stranded with some soulless flesh, you're misguided at best. What was a public king, may not be no better than ash. you're misguided at best. The Short arms reach is now a quite miles away, the decency in your mind is slipping, you seem to grow to fray. My passiveness, my nemesis. Nature got the best of me, I am misguided at best.