Deep. Seated. Shame.

[foot soldier]

Deep. Seated. Shame.

You know all my secrets except for one.
You could ruin me. You've seen how weak I am.
But we laugh every day and you leave me wondering,
how can anyone's heart be so good?
You make me feel guilt like a dirty wretched whore.
Rich, isn't it? When you've prostituted your mind.
You're so self righteous. You should be.
The ideas you put in my head are perfect.
You're perfect, what's more.
It's no wonder she loves you so damn much.
She's such a pretty girl with the bow in her hair.
But you hurt her, yes you did.
She was my friend my very best friend.
She cried for you swells of tears that didn't stop.
You did to her what he did to me.
Only maybe once you loved more than her body.
Her soul, her spirit, her heart.
What a joke.
My laughter still feels hollow.
It's hard because I don't care what you did.
Just like you don't care what I did.
What had always seemed so far away is here now.
It's living in my chest.
There's a muscle that beats there.
Day in day out.
People call it a heart.
It's yours.

[msbrooklyn]

if you changed that a little bit and added a chorus it would make a wicked song

[foot soldier]

Thanks. It's really just some random bits and thoughts from the other night. I never even got around to adding words about the shame involved. But yeah, it could be a song. But I think the song would be angry...