i wish i could've sung a warning tune or flung
my fist to the air but i bit my tongue
i felt the emotions catch me, like flies i'd been strung
along with this mess that you caught me in, i guess
you happened to know i'd end up like this but it was for the best
we didn't know till it hit us in our rest
i'm not the monster inside
i smoke out the lair in which he hides
but he burrows deeper each time with great strides
and i lose chase and apart falls my case
my sleeve is torn and out slips the ace
i look for regrets but they've left with unbearable haste
in place a note of neatly described time gone to waste
an effort to leave with grace that leaves my mind disheveled but in place
like using a perfume labeled "mace"
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