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by The Depression Bard Nov 11, 2005 category : Friendship, family / other
Just one white lie, Nothing wrong, It blinded you, As I sang my song. A song of death, And utter remorse. It worked out fine, 'Cause you stayed on course. Once wet blood, Is now dry. It's no longer my business, I'll try not to pry. Now I sit here, As a lonely Bard. I'm still watching you, As your 'get out free' card. Your still the protagonist, To your extreme story. I won't take over, No need to worry. I'm your protector, Your ray of light. Now save me! Before I'm gone to the night.