Maybe you are the consequence of my past actions
The debt owed for my indiscretions
There was no forgiveness of sin
The price had to be paid, and from within

You were a bridge I should have burned
The one lesson I should have learned
But I hoped against hope that this would last
Forgetting that I was a prisoner of the past

I should have known that you were out of my league
I should have remembered the curse of my reality
The one that will haunt me eternally
That you are the flower and I am the weed


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