Maybe it was a mistake
Maybe they didn't realize the outcomes that would come
Maybe they thought everything would be okay
That things would be as they were
Or maybe you knew too well
Maybe you thought it would hurt and so it was worth the risk
Maybe you hated my skin with every inch of your soul
Maybe you wanted me buried and gone
I don't know your reasonings or your rhymes
But I wake up in the morning still, unaware of the cause of our downfall
Accidental or meticulously planned out
But it doesn't matter
Still I thrive
