Note to the reader:
M ay bring, each time, to you a lot of guilt
Y ou to ponder why the balance got tilt(ed)
M elancholic would be, then, my mood
I n your memories, I would sit to brood
S urely about the past, I would go to think
S ipping I would go on towards disaster’s brink
C hagrin each time, you may’ve to face
A fter all, your memories, I can’t efface
L eaving me, you’ve made me feel bitter
L etting you know, each time, I feel is better
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