It's not until you're old enough
that you realise too late,
that some people just don't want to be saved.
Their life becomes the truth
even though their lies only convince themselves.
You will never be on my side
because you enjoy swanning around
pretending that you're the only one he chose to hurt,
knowing deep down, that his brutal crimes
were not any better than murder.
You only see me as an opportunity to hurt him,
when you want revenge for yourself,
and it does hurt to know that my convenience makes you happy.
It must be hard to see yourself without him,
but you do stay with him by your own free will,
standing there in the distance of his shadow,
like the silent witness who never lets themselves be found.
