What did i do?
On many occasions have i been judged by an action of the past An action i can't hide neither can i detail cause it happened so fast An action that breath a consequence and a scar that would last Everyone judges my role in all these, they believe I'm not the perfect cast What did i do? It's hurts everytime i ask this question I'm not the first of my kind but yet i get the worst castigation "How could you let that happen?" is always the question yet they don't wait for an explanation I've made bad decisions, i seek to right my wrongs, i seek redemption My scars are now part of me, I've accepted my mistake I won't let myself be judged now i have so much to lose, so much at stake What did i do? maybe i should stop asking questions and start taking actions A decision I've come to make
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