Presupposition
Of your own ambition,
Causing another's life to crumble,
Because you couldn't learn to be humble.
I don't want to waste energy trying to clear my name,
Yet I must, for you have placed me in your vicious game.
The lyrics you sing are from a wretched song,
For I admit, and do declare there were things I know I did wrong,
But why am I punnsihed for something that has no evidence,
Trying ever so hard now to walk with faith, hope, love and prudence,
Yet it seems every kind gesture or kind word I make in your direction,
Is automatically painful to you, taken apart by your harsh mental dissection
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