The fluorescent street lights
Werenât the only thing keeping me awake at night
There were the thoughts
A bunch coming in, lots
The blade going through his neck
The guilt I carry is a reck
I want to be free, take this weight of my back
To take my thoughts and leave it on a rack
But I wasnât ready to go through the consequence
The pay back of life, to confess
Iâve done it before
Just not it rotting...