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imadeitallup Oct 2012
Forgive you?
I wish I could
Wash my mind clean of this
Like you washed away
the evidence

I can't get it out of my head
Her hands all over your skin
I wonder did she smell me?
Did she feel my impression?
I never questioned you,
I questioned myself

Forget about it?
I wish I never knew
Common sense tells me
to write this down

We tied the knot,
The noose around my neck
And when I fell for you
I fell to my death
I'd like to think that I
would not do it all again

Forgive myself?
Well, I wish I could
Shake this feeling
Like I did something wrong

I know I'm in love with
a charactor you made up
I know she's a villain,
I know I'm to play the victim
This is not a love story
This is an account of history

Forget this?*
I wish I didn't have to
Know that true love exists
And I let it slip
Through my hands
Dan Scott Mar 2021
Why should it matter, why should we care
It seems so insane, it seems so unfair
we judge someone by an amount of melanin
classify people by the color of their skin
I don't believe in race, we're all human beings
So I can't believe all the things I'm seeing
We are all different, but still all the same
So we divide over color, we're the ones to blame
Our leaders desire is to rule over you
Divide and conquer is what they always do
Spreading lies so we can hate one another
So we'll turn on our friend, turn on our brother
Say our differences are things we should hate
Instead of being the things we should celebrate
Content of charactor, not black or white
Should be the truth of what's wrong, or what is right
My brown skinned brother, my red skinned friend
My yellow skinned neighbor, god it never ends
Cause it makes no difference if you're white or whatever
doing right and not what's wrong is the true measure
Can't think of anything that's so insane
Like carin' about skin, instead of the state of your brain
Be kind to each other, show some respect
Some kind of sympathy, instead of neglect
I'm only responsible for the man that I am
Not for the sins of some far distant man
Who lived in a time to which I cannot relate
The time for truth is now, before it's to late

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