nothing ever changes
to better or to worsen,
both start with a broken past
both end with blood on my hands
i fell onto every mistake, each a shard of glass
and every cut is a reminder of time and how it always lasts
and the tears that roll down my face
is each a memory of every moment i couldn't replace
oh why did i make myself one to hate
so i am the man i chose to create
and when i became one to love, i was told it was to late
no one forgets and no one forgives
i marked myself as wanted, and hunted is how i must live
either i pissed someone off or i am just unlucky.
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