I'm not he
The guy haunting your memories
The wasted life you see...
Once my veins bore the flow of
his brew of guilt mixed with regret
But the angel came and wiped my brow
And his shame seeped out like fever sweat...
You must be mistaken
That's not me
The fool bound to your expectations
Yearning to be free...
I woke up in his skin one night
I thrashed and thrashed to cope
But someone loosened up the knots
And cut his bonds of rope...
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