It's my fault
He's gone
It's my fault....
Words repeating
I feel myself Retreating
I run, but the words won't leave
I want to believe
It's not my fault
But in the end,
I understand
It is my fault
I left a friend
A man with family
Who depends
On him
Alone
I remember us,
Young
Bold
Thick-minded
We all sang a song full of joy
But that songs torn without repair
It's my fault
I'm now the one who shot him
I'm the monster who caught him
If I could go back in time
Re-write the story with a rhyme
Switch the fates around
And make it better
With a simple letter
I'm sorry
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Hamilton Poetry
PoetryHello there Your new here? I see, welcome. Come in, sit down. -throws all the Hamilton characters biographies at you- Know this guy? Your in for a ride Full of bad poems! I'm making a Hamilton Poetry book. This is going to be Fun!
