When the peices come together
do not expect a stay
The glue that solidifies the truth
could leave you any day
Distrust bound up by watchful eyes
your hope is bound in shame
Hoping to catch you in ur lies
Your mistakes make somewhat a fame
So grab the hand of fallen grace
and march back to the stand
because either way your sullen face
will lead that marching band
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