It's rather impressive
How far you have gone,
In trying to blame
Someone with second role.
Who you called a friend,
Outshining at first,
To then try to get
Behind bars, just because.
Because you're a bad friend,
Like you're a bad parent.
In your little sadness
Kept sitting shut in,
You'd never save no one
Just playing detective,
And you're just as bad in it,
Blaming the clean.
Not seeing reality,
I wonder why's that.
Is it that I'm too young
To be a suspect?
But shame, it was me
All along from the start.
Now that you can see
You can finally die.
Playing detective
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