Guilt is a fear that grips at your heart,
An insatiable occurrence that could tear you apart
Left or right, but you go straight
To a path that stops to a halt at fate
Wherever you drive the memory entails
Two broken tires and the screeching rails
One choice, one word and the walls were built
When most people faced the pang of guilt
One road, one turn and there was no looking back
What was done was done, with the guilt intact.
~Via
Thanks AnkuzG for this lovely cover❤
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