Upon wasted time I reflect
Concern turned away by hostile neglect
They say time can heal
But the saying's surreal
Once a mistake is met
Follows pain and regret
My mind and heart are torn
I'm on trial at dawn,
My sin was betray
It depicts my last day
Mulling over my actions, one step at a time I take
Trying to pinpoint my fatal mistake
Was my portrayal my betrayal?
Or was I simply born to fail?
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