I appreciate the guilt that you’ve placed upon these shoulders.
With every breath that I take my blood runs a little colder.
You stepped out of bounds when the grenade landed in this court.
Every step after that is beyond a last resort.
You won’t always get away with these things that you engage.
And I’ve drifted into the shadows as I quietly watch your stage.
Before I turn my back, can you show me your true face?
If I hold up a mirror will you see the disgrace?
With this, you’re six feet in the ground.
There is no way for broken trust to rebound.
I find ways to hit where it hurts the most.
Leave you lingering in the eyes of some, like a ghost.
The blame won’t be on me in the end.
You did it to yourself no matter how much you pretend.