Guilt.
It's there even when
Your slate is clean
White.
without ever being pure
Your lies become
without ever being pure
Your lies become
Stains.
Unerasable by day
Inevitable by night
Unerasable by day
Inevitable by night
Guilt.
Lurks out of the shadows
As you're turned the other way
Lurks out of the shadows
As you're turned the other way
Secrets unfold and there you are,
standing alone
standing alone
Everything. Gone.
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