Let me in or bleed me out, believe in my cause or give me doubt. you take all my scars and break my heart, began working me through from the start. This is the first time I realize my danger, but the last time you try to justify, last time you try to ease my mind. Every rhyme has a reason, every sovereign has a treason, but beyond the shadows you lie and beyond the light you stand. Rip my heart out and never look back, leave me lifeless and leave no slack. You doubted me and bled me out, I was your garden you left for drought. But this is the last time. The last rhyme. The last time I give into you.
July 9, 2012