Isn't that what I shouldn't say?
People always find a way,
To make excuses for your traits.
As if you didn't do the same.
Old tears don't make a no a yes.
And the past
Won't erase the present.
You're not a rockstar babe.
Just a toxic sludge manipulator.
A vicious smile calling us haters
An old lie making excuses for him.
But both your fingers were deep
In unwitting participants,
From beginning to the end.
You dug out the crevices to hide the other
Away into another.
And I'm not sure why you bothered.
“Don't Worry I know they love it,
Who wouldn't want to be fucked by fame?”
You say in newspaper articles.
A rite of passage is on the way.
You left them in pieces and walked away.
As long as you were left unhurt.
Guess that saved the world.
Another privileged hero supergirl
Blurring lines of consent.
Maybe you should write a song about it.
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