Et tu, Brute??
Shame’s my name,
Welcome to my game;
Where all of the players are just the same,
Afraid of where to put the blame.
The game is simple to play
But everyone complicates it in their own way.
They feel that death can be justified,
Through topics of what they have lied.
What you do and say,
Comes back to haunt you one day.
Blame’s the game,
Where did you hide your shame?
Hey, watch!
The glass of your windows has fogged now;
The condensation has begun to slide;
It’s pathetic and foolish like you are,
To let windows so tarnish your pride.
Now, glasses of wine cannot clean you;
No shower can scrub you from shame.
Bite down on your lip and conceal it,
Draw the curtains and swallow the blame.
No use whimpering away
As I no longer bother to console you this day.
Your most doting reminiscences have evanesced before my eyes.
No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn’t get through the web of your lies.
Apologies! But I could read through your façade
And before long, those inner recesses will be divulged before your groupies
AND
The awe is gone Ma’am; abhorrence and loathing are going to thump you hard.
YOU SAY I AM BEING HARD
THEN DARE TO DIFFER AT THIS PART:
Isn’t it weird how they smile at your face;
You turn your back and it’s erased.
Sooner or later you realize
They’re not your friends, just some more lies.
Then they come back to you...
“The story is old
It’s always the same
It’s always a game
No one understands
No matter what they say
It’s always for them
It’s selfishness
It’s today
And it’s always been the same old way.”
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