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an afterthought

i wish i'd told you

to speak the truth

right up until that moment

you'd slap my face

because you can't take it anymore



an afterthought

and what could have been

if i'd only followed?

what could've been?

so stop in your tracks

and call me back

stop playing

life's not a game

and you're not winning



an afterthought

how your life could've changed

but now it's too late

because you're caught up

in something bigger than us

you're smeared all over the walls



an afterthought

from broken bones

to broken homes

the cycles of society

because the perceivers don't speak

and what would they say?

how would they cry out?

so stop that thought

and call truth back



an afterthought

of lives that pass

and lives that die because of me

that pain's so far

from my mind until i stop

and realize i killed you



an afterthought

you're destroyed by my selfishness

so slap my face

not because i speak cold truth

but because i speak warm lies

not because my love

causes you pain

but because my hate

caused you to die