You were Bonnie, and I was Clyde; in forever, we were baptized. If everything was already defined, were you blind when you decided to place pride in the ride? All this time, I didn't reply to your goodbye because I can disguise my Hyde with kind eyes, but now that everyone is hearing you cry and putting me as the bad guy, watch me push forever aside with words I rhyme.
I let you preside in all my primes because when you sighed, I thought you were about to die, and it felt like paradise every time I made you smile. I was the scribe for a hundred assignments to make your pain mine and provide your unwired mind with a fight. Then I guess I was beguiled by your voluntary denial of a chance at life, as the only thing that thrived was the lies of the allies you treat like divine. I mean, it's very misaligned how you called me vile, although it was your backfires that got you confined.
For cursing my crimes, I'll give you the same advice: all those vices that keep you awake at night are the same ones that made your youth expire. You comply when they say you're unrefined and imply you're trying, but your talents are dry because you can't get really tied to the prizes you aspire, since you're a child who can't leave pity behind.
When, just for you, I was polite, you chastised me with a knife through my spine whilst pouring the wine of my confide. That's why I'm grinding my defiled lines against your maligned designs. Even if I'm not right, at least I'm my own guide.
Well, I bet you didn't expect this surprise. Go spend another year being Whiny Bonnie while I'm fucking Clyde.
