Carry your name in print and shame. Years of remorse. Set aflame the lies you thought were buried but now feel just the same. What was once a simple thing has been tangled up by truth. And the only thing you have left to hold is the one you wish to blame. Everything that I say, directed back at me. So I close the door, destroy the need to stay. What was it? You couldn’t find the ability to speak? Or was it the rope tied ‘round your neck that kept you fucking weak. I tried, realized, sad to say. Its too late, and now your disease has spread and its haunting me. But I won’t take back this day. Haunting me. But I won’t regret letting you fade away.