it's such a little thing to keep a secret, but i – i
have always been the one to map the exit plan, plan
the escape, trap door in the basement, come on, let's go, go
figure that i was the last one you'd ever turn to, to
save the things most precious to you. you
know, it wasn't supposed to end like this, this
skulking in the shadows, wringing hands, begging please, please
don't hurt them, don't hurt me, i – i
can help you if you only – only
it was me and i know you knew when he felled you like a limb, limbs
splayed across the carpet and i cannot not
see your glassy eyes every time i close mine because you know we were friends, friends
stick together, and somehow i only stuck long enough to stick that knife in your back, back
when i thought maybe, maybe
it wouldn't end like this. this
wasn't what i wanted, i just thought maybe, maybe,
if it was him (not us) we could make it. it
should have gone different, not you trusting me, me
standing in the rubble with your blood on my hands and i – i
will spend every last breath i have begging forgiveness from your ghost and you, you
will continue to turn your face from me and tell me what i already know: