Who I am
Or what you are
Or what we were or why
They asked me with a careless glare
If I’d Like to Die
Of course, I did, Believe me
I had been there on time
It’s where I am and who I’m with
That bitters me to cry
For what I did for what you did
That threads the reasons why
What was said and what was read
Through fated fickle lies
Out of sight out of mind
Your guilt is set aside
For Who I am and What I was
While I am inside. | RRT