It was an oil spill- Nobody recovered- The tar spoiled my intentions- A source- That fed fuel to all the ills- I’m not a good man- Didn’t what you to get hurt- But I did it any way- A toast to my homage- Plastic love, to hide- My lost courage- I’m the mouse in the house- Where has my infamy gone- Lost to the- The mistakes I’ve done?- You know as I slipped- You moved out of the way- So you could easily say- It was I- Who hit or miss- Hit or miss- I fled to the cave- Painted the catastrophe- The voices drowned out- I want my own peace- Rage is to easy- In this world we live in- I’m not drowning- I won’t be around to see- You're love beyond- Me-Birth sign: Libra
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