Truly... What have I done?
How uncomfortable I feel in this state
Condemned from talking, holding this hate
Towards the very people that I admired
Everything that has lead me this point was for them
It could be possible that I was born for them
But then again...
I could just be a brat.
Lying to even myself as I do the things I do,
Making it so that I'm the good guy
And make others believe it too
And it's most likely true.
My punishment?
Hah, that's past overdue..
As i hold this hatred
For the ones I hold dear,
I spread false tales
Making new versions for all to hear
