It's not I that I wish I could take it back.
I know that, I don't,
Wish I didn't get caught.
It's not that I was shamed.
It's not the fact that I felt trapped,
It's not the fact that I was already bought
Into a labyrinth of loopholes and Games.
It's not the fury you feel to me
Because I fuel it too.
It's that;
Because I saw
You,
The angel you wore
And not what you grew into.
