The Victim

I Think It's Time We Paid A Little Closer Attention To All Of This Your sleight of hand is An old trick And I See Through Your Wits So I'll Ask You Can You Keep Your Word? Or Is This Where We Go Our Separate Ways? Can You Keep Your Word? Never Again

To me, you were just dead weight. A diluted filter blurring the color away from what this used to be or Or what it could have been. But nothing's changed. I still see you as a toxin. I still see you as the same. I'll let you stand on your own again,