And there it comes
The moment of confession.
The past through veins shows up
Shall I deserve somewhen my redemption?
Oh, that’s the end I doomed our future to by now
Hands up, knives down
I spoiled the game, didn’ I?
I broke your heart, didn’ I?
How could I live till the moment
Of my sorrowful regret
I wish I would have bet
Myself some years ago
I swear, I couldn’t know
The curl of flow the life may hold
Or was I wise enough to keep my eyes closed in ignorance?
Neglection?
I shall not confess today, tomorrow,
In any recent time we come across.
If you deserve my way, then follow,
If you don’t turn away, it’s fate.
The moment of confession
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