Guilty Conscience

You hang your head in shame
knowing that you're to blame
then realising life is not a game
and that nothing will be the same

Your decisions came at a cost
looking back at all your lost
at every opportunity you've tossed
regretting every line you crossed

Reeling from a broken heart
but it was always you from the start
you're the reason life fell apart
and you've turned it into an art

Paying the price for all your crimes
could actually take a really long time
in certain eyes you're worse than slime
and your apologies aren't worth a dime

It doesn't matter how hard you've tried
or how many tears you've cried
eventually the pain will subside
to your circumstances you must abide

Forgive your foes and embrace your friends
cos only a few will be at there in the end
just take your time and make amends
and let your guilty conscience mend

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