They said revenge was sweet
So dust off your tongue and tell me
How you really feel,
Sharpen your teeth so it matches
The sharp feelings inside of me
The past is a ball in chain
In a dark room somewhere, there is a key
But none will free me
There is no justice in tragedy
Just blame and agony
And too many one-sided stories
Too many sad and familiar places
Basking in all its glory,
But I can still picture their faces-
I can still see them come before me
I can feel the warmth in their hands,
And the warmth of the words
“I'm sorry”
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
They said revenge was sweet
So dust off your tongue and tell me
How you really feel,
Sharpen your teeth so it matches
The sharp feelings inside of me
The past is a ball in chain
In a dark room somewhere, there is a key
But none will free me
There is no justice in tragedy
Just blame and agony
And too many one-sided stories
Too many sad and familiar places
Basking in all its glory,
But I can still picture their faces-
I can still see them come before me
I can feel the warmth in their hands,
And the warmth of the words
“I'm sorry”
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