Sitting, starIng, looking at what I have done,
This is what I deserve for doing what I hAve done.
He was only a witness, nothing More, to what you made me do.
It iS your fault, not mine, for what I did.
The soft color of her eyes,
that sweet smile.
The way she sways,
when she thinks no one is looking.
I don't know how long I've been here,
days, weeks, years?
Ok, here I am.
Years since it happened.
Living the life I did not know back then.
Here in the city of emeralds, I now rest.
Crick This is how
Crack My body works
goes my back
Twist When I try