Swear-to-Goodness

I make you tragic Stir the dormant conscience in your gut Until you're sick with how you hate yourself And ashamed because you should Even as your feet defy the exhortation That if guilt could make you will You would I make you, the villain, victim Same as me, of you Your "swear-to-goodness" decent nature Pulverized, despite your vying By a temptation no man could be expected to resist Unless he's lying Like you