Like a child you insult
men you couldn't buy
men who couldn't love you
friends who couldn't lie
I wasn't there to bargain love
In your secret cave
you bandage your wounds
cursing on friends
who have seen the blood on walls
I'm not here to clean those
You'll deny guilt
you'll dismiss the past
you'll blame the audience
for what couldn't pass
I'm not here to take the blame
I've sought for love, not trade
it's a harder path to take
who knows how many hearts
you've traded and shamed
I'm not here for the show
The Law takes care of all
of each mortal from day one
everyone should read its warning
don't eat fruit with lying tongues
I'm not here to spoil it
that one's on you
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| Heathers, 1988 |
