Your father taught you better Than you now act. Your mother raised you well enough To know to never do that. Your brother wouldn't dream of sinking to your level. Your sister looks proud upon you Never sees your inner devils. But you just sit and conjure Excuses for your sins, That book it never reached you, God's morals never seeped in. Proud in your lack of Belief in anything, Defined by vicious actions, Apathy before everything.
And now you feel like fucking Judas.
Your conscience cleared, Distance between You and your friend (Now a victim). But hold your head up high, Have some fucking pride And know that what you did Was always right.
"But guilt, it doesn't fall asleep And I'm half the man that I thought I'd be; A hypocrite, a liar, a poor friend and a thief."
Now will anything anyone else says Every really fucking matter to him? He takes a deep breath, exhales, moves on Ignores the pain that he's seen. Make a name for yourself kid you wont, Ever cease to regret, The way you treated these hearts, These hearts that you called friends.
SO HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT OR LIVE WITH YOURSELF?
"I SLEEP IN COMPANY, COMFORTABLY. I SLEEP IN COMPANY, FINALLY."