Vice Doesn’t Always Mean Versa

I feel no guilt for dropping your ass,
Coz you were never there for me,
The way that I stood up for you,
When every time your name came up,
All I heard was trash!

Never judged you,
Picked you up when you were down,
Gave you a smile,
Whenever you frowned.
But picture me now,
My worst fear,
Starring at the mirror,
A sad clown.

I’m not one for material things,
But right now I’m down,
Gave you my wings,
How pathetic that sounds.

But fly, fly away,
I’m used to it now,
Following your shadow,
So when you fall,
I’ll still be there,
To catch you somehow.

Written By: Matthew Taylor



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