You took my hand from the smoking gun
And held me like a son
In light of all I said I'd do
You placed me in a cell
I'd do the same if I were you
Honest as a priest
I held my face up to the sky
In the style of a tight rope walker
I spread my arms and tried to glide
In honour of a failed semester
I picked my life up piece by piece
In the style of an awful metaphor
I took a step to silence you
What else could you possibly do?
I held my face up to the sky
I practiced all my silly lies
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