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Ironic

At first it was noble
My strength in the face of your pain
And your face against my chest


Eventually, it was sad
A lack of strength, you were crying again
And my hands on your chest


Sometimes, it was fitting
It wasn't your first time
And after a while I forgot mine


Above all it was wrong
And a little bit sad
The way that I raged
And swore
At the people I'd never met
But who had taken advantage of you


And as you slowly crept back to bed
With a whisper that with me
It would never be the same
It's funny that as I lay with you
With me lay the blame


It's only slightly ironic
If you think of it in a certain way
That in the end
I was no better
Than those I professed to hate
I, the pacifist
And the protector
Turned out nothing more
Than a shepherd in wolf's clothing
I'd just hidden it from myself too


But anytime I could really see you
It's now all too evident
That you could see right through




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